#( muse nearly RAN OFF w this ask like daym sir you got T ra umaaa )
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saiakv · 9 months ago
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Admit it. You secretly find Toji a little hot
Toji Fushiguro. The sorcerer killer. The man without an ounce of cursed energy in his system that somehow managed to leave an indellible stain in jujutsu society through sheer spite alone. He who made the limitless man reach limits.
'I killed Satoru Gojo.'
'You lost to a monkey like me...'
'You should thank your parents...'
Words from a distant dream surging through a tortured mind; for as much horror as Suguru has witnessed in his short life, the taste that man had left behind was something entirely different. Unprecedented. Scarring.
Toji Fushiguro.
Suguru will never forget the look on that man's face. He will never forget the complacency in his voice, the crazy gleam in his eye, his grating laugh, the way he walked with his chest protruding like a boasting gorilla — even the stench of his tainted blood would never leave his system. No matter how much time he added to his shower, he could never scrub himself clean of that man's touch; and in that way, he knew, he had been infected.
Upon the merest mention of that name, his nerves catch fire — a hand manifests a trap-curse out of thin air, capturing the prying stranger in an infinite loop of falling into a deep hole beneath their feet. And once more he feels his heart flutter, the curses consumed overtime brimming up his mouth — charring his throat, in a way that makes him feel as though if he were to try and speak, every single wretch he has forced down his gullet would come bursting out.
But then, there's that other part of him. The rational part that whispers behind that overwhelm of emotion; there's only so few people who should be aware that this abomination of a man had once existed in their world. So how did this one know him? And moreso than that, why had they come to mock him with his cursed existence?
Suguru's brows connect with thinly held rage; and though his cadence comes out low and tempered, the vein bulging near his temple betrays him.
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❝ How do you know this man? Who sent you? ❞
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