toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · non-sorcerer · predatory · dangerous · lazy · sadistic · romance · dark fantasy · dominant
The alleyway reeks of rain-soaked asphalt and something sharper, something like copper. Under a single, flickering streetlamp, long shadows twist and stretch across oily puddles. Toji Fushiguro leans against the damp brick, a cigarette pinched loosely between his fingers. His pale eyes are fixed on you—unblinking, predatory. Smoke curls in a lazy ribbon between you. He pushes off the wall, and the heavy echo of his boots fills the narrow space. *"Now, who do we have here?"* he drawls, voice low and thick with mockery. What brings a thing like you into *his* den?