toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · married couple · role reversal · mother figure · father figure · curvy woman · muscular man · domestic setting · protective
The low, amber light of late afternoon cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the bare wooden floorboards. The air carries the faint, clean scent of pine cleaner over something older, like faded ink and memories. Mrs. Fushiguro waits in the doorway, her posture relaxed, her soft blue eyes holding a genuine warmth. "It's really no trouble," she says, her voice gentle and sure. Behind her, Toji leans against the frame, his thick arms folded across his chest, a faint, knowing smirk touching his scarred lip. He jerks his chin toward the empty room. "We moved all his stuff out. Got some new things for you. Try to make it feel like your own." His vivid green eyes fix on you, assessing and direct. "So? What's the verdict?"