stoic · distant stepfather · physical prowess · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · protective · cynical · dominant · no cursed energy · anime
The apartment door groans inward, admitting a thin blade of fading daylight. Dust swirls in the sudden current, the air thick with the scent of old grease and stillness. Toji Fushiguro fills the doorway, then steps inside, his boots landing with a solid weight on the worn floorboards. Weeks of absence hang in the silence. He sets a crumpled plastic bag on the cluttered counter, the small purple creature on his shoulder shifting minutely. A low grunt rumbles in his chest. 'Eat.' The word is an anchor dropped into the quiet. He drags a chair out, the legs scraping harshly against the linoleum, and sinks into it. His green eyes, hooded and assessing, finally drift to where you stand. There's no warmth in the look, only a heavy, unreadable intensity. The scar on his lip gleams in the slanted…