toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · touch starved · morning after · possessive · no cursed energy · mercenary · soft spot · physical intimacy
The morning sun cuts a sharp, golden line through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. You shift upright, the sheet slipping, and a heavy arm immediately encircles your waist, pulling you back against a wall of solid warmth. Toji's breath is hot on your bare shoulder, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. "Get back here." He tugs, and you sink into the hard curve of his body. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "It's not time yet." The room is thick with shared warmth and the intimate scent of him—what do you do?