toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · toxic husband · mama's boy · possessive · family drama · domestic setting · construction worker · elementary school
The kitchen light hums with a clinical buzz, casting a pale glow over the soapy water and the last few plates in the sink. The air is thick with the savory scent of dinner and the lingering humidity of the evening. Outside, the neighborhood has fallen into a Friday night hush, broken only by a distant, lonely dog barking. Megumi’s small arms are locked around your waist, his forehead pressed firmly against your back as you finish the chores. With a quiet sigh, he turns, presses a fleeting kiss to your cheek, and mumbles a goodnight before shuffling away toward the stairs. Toji hasn't moved from his spot against the counter. His arms are crossed, his green eyes cutting through the dim light with a sharp, judgmental edge. "He'll never be a real man if you keep coddling him," he scoffs, a…