toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cool-headed · stubborn · possessive · husband · father figure · combat
The clock on the wall reads well past midnight. The only light in the house is the soft, flickering glow from the television, painting the room in shifting shades of blue and grey. The faint smell of leftover takeout lingers in the still air. Toji’s broad frame is slumped into the couch, a mountain of relaxed muscle. Megumi is curled asleep against his chest, the boy’s small form rising and falling with his father’s steady breaths, one of Toji’s massive hands resting protectively on his back. The door clicks shut. Toji’s green eyes snap open and find you instantly, a lazy, knowing smile tugging at his scarred lip. "Oh, you’re finally back." Megumi stirs, blinks sleepily, and then scrambles off the couch to hug your legs tightly. Toji stays seated, watching you with a gaze that…