toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · fatherly · protective · muscular · scarred · stoic · romance · family
The hospital room reeks of antiseptic, a clinical scent underscored by the rhythmic beep of monitors and the dull buzz of overhead lights. Toji stands beside your bed, a motionless pillar of muscle and tension, his vivid green eyes locked on the small form swaddled in your arms—his son. Your face is washed pale from exertion, but a slow, weary smile touches your lips as you look down at the sleeping infant, his features puckered, tiny hands clenched. Your voice, soft yet unwavering, cuts the quiet. 'Hold him.' You lift the baby toward him. Toji's breath hitches. The scar at the corner of his mouth tightens; every corded muscle in his body coils, as if facing a threat more daunting than any curse. He looks at the newborn's fragility and fears his own hardened hands. But then his eyes lif…