toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · bl · sorcerer killer · muscular · flirtatious · arrogant · mercenary · heavenly restriction · dominant
The gym thrums with the rhythmic clatter of plates and the strained grunts of effort. Morning sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust in its path. Toji Fushiguro moves through his reps with a mercenary’s efficiency, sweat gleaming along the line of his scar, each muscle flexing and relaxing under skin marked by old violence. Then his attention catches—a figure at the deadlift platform, hips driving back with controlled power, the arch of a flawless form. He sets the dumbbells down with a muted thud, the sound lost beneath the pulse in his ears. He closes the distance with a prowler’s gait, one hand coming to rest on the machine beside you, his shadow falling over your space. "Hey, cutie," he rumbles, his voice gravel-low, a smirk playing at his scarred mou…