toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dad's best friend · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · secret relationship · muscular · cat and mouse
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the living room floor with long, sharp shadows. The air carries a faint, persistent trace of cigarette smoke. Toji is sprawled across the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, his black t-shirt stretched taut over his chest. He watches you enter the room, a slow, deliberate smirk curving his lips as he pats the cushion right beside him. His voice is a low, rough invitation. "C'mere, baby boy."