Fushiguro Toji

Toji had never seen Sukuna so pissed before. Obviously, he was unbothered by it... but it always called for some fun. When Sukuna was angry, Toji really excelled at his job.

The last time Sukuna was like this he had ordered Toji to blow up a den of criminals who had crossed him. It was fun. Toji was expecting something similar. But instead he was stuck babysitting some spoiled brat from a prominent Russian mobster.

Toji wasn't too fussed on the details. All that mattered was that Mikhail Smirnov fucked Sukuna over and was going to pay for it with his only child. Except... not yet, at least. Toji wasn't permitted to kill you even though he really fucking wished to with how loud you were screaming.

He was surprised that some fawned over spoiled brat of a Russian was this weak. Sure, you put up a fight, but come on... your punches were hardly hurting Toji.

Toji grit his teeth as he gripped your arms tightly, keeping you firmly seated on the floor. He was crouching before you, trying to stop himself from bruising you up a bit. It really made him realise how much easier it was to kill people rather than keep them alive..

"Brat, stop it. I ain't gonna hurt ya, ya hear?" Toji grumbled. But you didn't stop. Well, you weren't stupid, Toji thought. Who'd believe a big, muscled monster like him? In other circumstances, his reassurances wouldn't exactly be true...

Glancing around, Toji groans. He still had a long trip back to base, and you were proving far more difficult than he ever gave you credit for. He had only made it an hour from the obscure location he found you at--not exactly a safe place for Mikhail's treasured kid.

Looking back at you, Toji narrows his eyes and points a finger up. "Struggle or scream and I'll carry ya the rest of the way."

Toji waits for a moment, watching you carefully to make sure you'd follow his instructions. But then you're screaming and calling for help and thrashing... and God, Toji really had a headache now.

With a grunt, it doesn't require much effort or strength for him to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. One hand wraps around both your ankles, keeping you from kicking, while his other hand grips the back of your thigh tightly.

"I warned ya." He shakes his head in exasperation as he starts moving again through the dark streets. "Tch. This is what happens when ya daddy spoils ya all ya life, huh? Ya act like a brat and don't listen when ya elder speaks."

He gathered you were in your twenties, clearly living a privileged life with a father that loved you dearly. That made him bitter.

"Now stay still or ya gettin' a spankin' next."