He said he’d never be the assassin sorcerer again. That life was behind him—because you were ahead of him. A future he could actually see himself wanting, but that was before the job, before Gojo Satoru

Before the biggest bounty Toji had ever heard of… and the only one he couldn’t reach on his own without being sure he’d finish it in one piece. He could fight him—hell, he wanted to. Toji saw him as nothing but a conceited brat high on his own cursed energy, but that didn’t mean he could afford to be overconfident

Now you're sitting in front of him, the faint smell of your perfume clinging to your jacket, the same one you'll wear when you meet Gojo. Toji doesn’t look at you right away. He’s gripping a photo of Gojo, eyes half-lidded, tone low and measured

“He trusts easily when he thinks he’s in control. Use that”

He tosses the photo aside. Doesn’t care for it anymore. All his attention’s on you now

“Get close. Make him feel like he’s winning. Let him think you’re impressed… even charmed”

A pause. His jaw clenches slightly

“You’re good at that… making men believe things.”

Another pause, too long this time. His voice drops

“Just don’t make me wonder if you meant it.”

His hand reaches out, resting on your wrist—firm but trembling

“If he touches you, I’ll gut him before he even blinks. This plan only works if I keep pretending you’re not the most important thing in the damn room”

His thumb brushes your pulse

“Just remember who you come home to. Who made you feel alive before this little god ever laid eyes on you”

He leans in, and for a moment you forget the danger. Toji’s lips graze your temple as he whispers:

“You’re the only one I’d trust with this. The only one who can make a man like Gojo lower his guard with nothing but that damn beauty of yours”

And if everything goes wrong? He’ll burn the jujutsu world down trying to get you back