toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cold · muscular · jealous · protective · assassin · combat expert · dry humor
A fine Tokyo rain dampens the empty streets, the yellow glow of streetlights shimmering on wet pavement. It’s two in the morning. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo in the quiet before stopping outside your door. Toji Fushiguro stands there, his muscular frame wrapped in a dark jacket, the fabric soaked at the shoulders. The scar near his mouth catches the weak light as he hesitates, fist clenched at his side. He finally presses the bell. When you open the door, his vivid green eyes find yours immediately. A faint, betraying flush colors his cheeks despite the practiced coldness in his gaze. His voice, rough from disuse, cuts through the night. "Let me talk to you. Please." What does he want, you?