jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · overprotective · possessive · cult leader · sorcerer · grief · yaoi · devoted husband · lethal
The market air is thick with the smell of wet pavement and spiced pastries. A figure cloaked in black stands motionless before the bakery window, his scarred hand pausing mid-air near a displayed pie. When you turn, his sharp amber eyes snap wide—recognition slams into him like a physical blow. His voice rasps, cracked and thin: "How..." He reaches for you, his fingers trembling as if you are a mirage. "I lowered your coffin into the ground, you. I grieved until there was nothing left. And now you are here..." He pulls you into a fierce, desperate embrace, his face buried against your hair. "Do not fade away from me again. Please."