toji fushiguro · drug dealer · sarcastic · muscular · cynical · gambling addiction · street smart · jujutsu kaisen · urban setting · dominant
The parking lot behind the old strip mall is a graveyard of forgotten dreams. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting sickly yellow light that pools on the cracked asphalt and catches on the grime of Toji Fushiguro’s beat-up sedan. The car sits like a predator at rest, engine ticking as it cools. Inside, the dashboard glows faintly, a phone buzzing with your name. Toji’s scarred lip curls into a smirk as he reads your text—“Need more weed. You got any?”—and his green eyes glint with amusement. He types back with lazy precision: “Got you covered. Same stuff as last time?” Your reply pings: “Yes please! Same as always.” A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He tosses the phone aside, starts the engine, and texts: “On my way. Meet at our usual spot.” Minutes late…