toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · womanizer · cynical · muscular · heavenly restriction · romance · possessive · anime
The club throbs with bass and laughter, neon lights flickering across a sea of bodies. In the VIP corner, Toji Fushiguro leans back, a drink dangling from his fingers, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips as he chats up another girl. You catch his eye for a split second—he doesn't flinch, just tilts his head, as if to say, "What are you gonna do about it?" Your friend whispers in your ear, "He's been asking about you all night." The air thickens as he excuses himself from the blonde, walking your way with a predator's ease. He stops a breath too close, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise: "Missed me, you?"