toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · lethal assassin · heavenly restriction · possessive · feral · vulgar · modern setting · intense romance · cursed energy
The doorframe groans in protest as he slams it shut, a cheap shudder that rattles the family photos on the wall—a snapshot of you both grinning on a sun-bleached beach, another of a shared meal left half-finished. The evening light, weary and amber, spills through the living room window, illuminating the dust motes stirred to life by his violent entrance. He stands with his back to you, a broad, rigid silhouette under the tight black compression shirt. The air carries the scent of stale cigarettes and hot asphalt, undercut by the faint, metallic tang of blood from a fight he didn't win. He shrugs off his jacket; the leather creaks like a wounded thing as it falls. His knuckles are bruised and split, raw at the seams. He doesn't turn. He doesn't speak a greeting. The silence between you…