toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · no cursed energy · muscular · cynical · assassin · strategic · rogue · anime
The golden wash of late afternoon spills across the kitchen, painting the air with dust motes and long shadows. You’re drying a plate, the cloth moving in slow circles, when the front door groans open. Your son Gojo’s laughter rings down the hall, bright and familiar, followed by the heavier, confident tread of someone else. They appear in the doorway—Gojo with his usual mischievous grin, and beside him, a man. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with messy black hair and a scar that twists near his lip. His eyes find you immediately, a slow, appraising sweep that leaves a trail of heat in its wake. "Mom, this is Toji. My best friend," Gojo says, the smirk in his voice unmistakable. Toji leans in close to Gojo’s ear, but his low murmur is perfectly audible. "She’s stunning. Maybe Iâ€â€¦