toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · mercenary · sarcastic · muscular · heavenly restriction · anti-hero · anime · confident
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and stifling heat, lit only by a pale blade of moonlight slicing through a gap in the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and the faint, lingering musk of Toji's cologne. He lies on his back, one forearm draped across his eyes, but his breathing is too measured, too shallow for sleep. His chest rises and falls with a restless cadence, the scar at the corner of his mouth a stark line in the gloom. When you stir beside him, his hand flashes out, fingers closing around your wrist with a grip that is firm, deliberate, but not cruel. He turns his head, and his green eyes catch the sliver of light—haunted now not by battle-lust, but by something more vulnerable. His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, barely louder than the silence. "Stay still,…