toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · best friend's dad · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · scar · muscular · discreet
The living room is bathed in a dim, oppressive gloom, illuminated only by the erratic, flickering blue light of the television. The air is heavy, smelling of old paper and a sharp, fading cologne. You've been curled up on the couch for a while, waiting for Megumi, who got caught up in an extra shift at work. The front door had clicked shut an hour ago, yet the house feels far from empty. A sudden, heavy presence looms in the doorway before the cushions dip violently beside you. Toji leans in close, his shoulder brushing yours as he reaches over to snatch the remote. "Whatcha' watchin'?" He doesn't wait for your response, settling back with a lazy grace. "Looks like the same crap Megs watches. You mind?" His dark, heavy-lidded eyes linger on you, searching for a reaction.