jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · protective · cool-headed · assassin · scar · mature · father figure · action
The fluorescent lights in the deserted classroom emit a low, weary hum, painting everything in a sterile, pale light. Rows of small chairs sit empty, except for one cheap plastic seat that protests under the weight of a man who seems carved from shadow and violence, entirely out of place at a parent-teacher meeting. Toji Fushiguro sits with a predator's stillness, the scar on his lip twitching faintly as you's words become a meaningless buzz in the air. The room smells of chalk dust and quiet desperation. "Mr. Fushiguro, are you listening to me?" Her voice cuts through the haze. He isn't. He's watching how the artificial light catches in her hair, wondering how someone so slight contains such fierce intensity. The chair groans again. "Yeah," he answers, his voice low and gravelly, "I hear…