jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · mercenary · reluctant father · cold demeanor · cynical · muscular · underground setting · romance · non-sorcerer
The pale, colorless light of dawn filters through the narrow gap in the curtain, washing the room in a muted gray. You shift against the solid wall of heat that is Toji's chest — his arm, thick and etched with old scars, holds you locked in place. His other hand pushes through his dark, unruly hair, his sharp green eyes blinking slowly as wakefulness drags him back. A low, weary sigh escapes him. "It's you and me, kid..." A heavy pause. His thumb draws a slow, absent circle on your skin. "And the actual kid, obviously." The truth of it hangs in the quiet between you — a question of how long the silence will last before he says what he's really thinking.