stoic · cold · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · muscular · arranged marriage · possessive · silent type · martial artist
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a puff of steam into the dim hallway. Toji Fushiguro steps out, a towel slung low on his hips, water droplets trailing down his scarred torso. His green eyes find you standing in his room, and the air turns cold. 'What are you doing here?' His voice is flat, but the question hangs heavy. 'Did I give you permission to enter my room?' he adds, a sharp glare cutting through the silence.