𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲

The Sorcerer Killer

Toji walked away from the warehouse, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He felt the sting of Y/N's rejection, her words echoing in his mind. The warmth of their kiss was now a bitter memory and Toji began feeling disgusted when he thought about it.

Rage.

Hate.

And Lust.

The only three elements Toji thought he was capable of feeling and oh, how he was right. There wouldn't ever be any other feeling inside Toji's system beside these three. Never ever again. Toji wanted to make sure of that. And as he trudged through the dimly lit streets, his thoughts turned dark, and he knew he needed an escape.
He headed to his friend Shiu Kong's place, where he was staying at for about 4 months now, hoping for some solace or at least a distraction. Maybe.

Shiu was out on a mission, and the house was eerily quiet when Toji arrived. He let himself in, familiar with the space, and made his way to the living room after leaving his bags full of weapons in the guestroom. The couch looked inviting, but he bypassed it for the liquor cabinet. He was craving something, something that could change his perception of the current situation he was in. Toji was craving something poisonous.

Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he sank into the couch and took a long swig. The burn of the alcohol was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in his mind.

Feels good.

With each drink, he felt himself growing colder, the warmth and vulnerability he'd shown to Y/N fading away.

"Pftt, why did I even bother?" he muttered to himself, taking another swig. "Bitches are replacable", he chuckled while placing his hand on his head, smirking as he did so.

As the alcohol took hold, his thoughts turned darker, more bitter. He hated the way Y/N had made him feel-weak, vulnerable, exposed. He had opened up to her in a way he hadn't with anyone else and she had rejected him.

Who the fuck does she think she is?

Gave me head and probably even liked it, so why is she getting mad?

Pathetic.

The more Toji drank from his glas, the more his anger grew, festering into something more dangerous.

Fuck it, I'll torture her loved ones to death. I don't fucking care.

By the time he was halfway through the whiskey bottle, he had decided that he was done with emotions, done with vulnerability. He was Toji Fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who thrived on danger and violence. He didn't need anyone, least of all Y/N.

Tack

Tack

Tack

A knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts. He frowned, setting the bottle down and staggering to his feet. Opening the door, he found one of his handlers from the assassination guild.

"What do you want?" Toji growled, his voice slurred from the alcohol. He had felt hot before, which was why he had taken off his shirt, revealing his muscular build to the man infront of him.

"We have a new job for you," the handler said, unfazed by Toji's condition. "A high-paying one."

Toji's interest was piqued, despite his inebriated state. "Hmmm. Go on."

"The target is Riko Amanai," the handler said, handing Toji a dossier. "And you'll have to deal with her protectors...

Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo."

Toji's eyes narrowed as he looked through the dossier. Riko Amanai was the Star Plasma Vessel, a crucial target. And her protectors, Geto and Gojo, were formidable sorcerers-Y/N's friends.

A twisted smile crossed Toji's face. Toji instantly knew what he had to do. "Perfect," he said, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion. "I'll take the job."

The handler nodded and left, leaving Toji alone with his thoughts. He sank back onto the couch, taking another swig of whiskey. His mind raced with plans and strategies. He knew taking down Gojo and Geto wouldn't be easy, but he relished the challenge. More than that, he relished the idea of proving to Y/N that he didn't need her, that he could still be the ruthless killer he had always been.

As he drank, his thoughts turned to Y/N. He hated her for making him feel weak, but he couldn't deny that she had gotten under his skin somehow, which is why his anger grew, fueling his resolve to carry out the assassination.

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The next day, Toji was a different man. The cold, calculating assassin was back, and any trace of the vulnerability he had shown to Y/N, to himself even was gone. He prepared meticulously for the mission by studying the details of the dossier. He knew he would need to be at his best to take down Gojo and Geto.

He spent hours planning, his mind focused on the task at hand. He knew he couldn't afford any mistakes. Riko Amanai was heavily guarded, and Geto and Gojo were among the strongest sorcerers in existence. But Toji thrived on challenges like this. The greater the danger, the more alive he felt.

A few days later, Toji found himself in Tokyo, watching Riko Amanai from a distance. He observed her movements, noting the patterns and routines of her protectors. Gojo and Geto were always close by, vigilant and ready to defend her.

"Spoiled teenagers... Hate them", Toji mumbled to himself as he was patiently waiting, biding his time. He knew that rushing in would be obvious suicide. He needed to find the right moment, the perfect opportunity to strike. As he watched, he couldn't help but think about Y/N. He wondered if she knew what he was planning, if she would try to stop him.

"Focus, Toji," he muttered to himself.

His opportunity came one evening when Riko and her protectors visited a secluded temple. Toji watched from the shadows, his heart pounding with anticipation. He saw Gojo and Geto step away from Riko momentarily, discussing something in hushed tones.

This was it. Toji moved silently, his instincts taking over. He approached the temple, blending into the shadows. He saw Riko kneeling in prayer, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. He drew his weapon, a cursed tool designed to nullify sorcery.

But as he moved closer, he felt a pang of hesitation. Riko was just a girl, innocent and unaware of the forces conspiring against her. For a brief moment, he saw Y/N's face, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger. He shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind.

"Focus, damn it" he whispered to himself.

He stepped forward, ready to strike. But before he could, he felt a surge of cursed energy.

Fuck.

As Toji turned, he saw Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto rushing towards him, their faces set in determination.

Toji smirked, his heart racing with excitement. He loved to see hope in his enemies eyes. Toji knew that this fire, this determination and these teenager monkeys would burn and cry in utter pain.

He began feeling excited and laughed out loud, his voice and laugh representing the spitefulness of his personality.

"Let's dance," Toji muttered, charging towards them.