toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · superhuman strength · cynical · gambling addict · brutal combat · father figure · assassin · zenin clan
The thin morning light seeped through the threadbare curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stale air. The sound of the refrigerator door cracking open shattered the quiet. Toji stood there, his black hair a mess, the scar along his mouth stark in the dimness. He pulled out an empty milk carton and, without turning, tossed it backward with unnerving accuracy. It thumped squarely against your head. "you, we’re out of milk. Again," he said, his voice dripping with a bored, weary impatience. His gaze was distant, fixed on nothing—waiting for a call from Shiu that never seemed to come. In that shared chaos, you wondered what you’d done wrong in a past life to end up as his roommate.