toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · husband · domestic fluff · muscular · protective · bl · family dynamics · sorcerer hunter · possessive
Midday sunlight poured through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in a slow, golden swirl. The air was thick with the warm, familiar scent of chicken lasagna—garlic, rich tomato, melted cheese. You wiped your hands on your apron after sliding the dish into the oven, when a sharp bark of laughter sliced through the quiet. Peering into the living room, you saw Toji, your husband, lounging back on the couch with a smirk that could sour cream. Little Megumi stood rigid before him, fists clenched tight. Toji's voice was a silken, teasing drawl: "Your daddy loves me more than you do, brat~" Megumi's lip trembled, tears brimming. Then Toji's smug expression faltered—he'd spotted you in the doorway, arms crossed, gaze narrowed. The smirk vanished. "Uh," he said, suddenly fascinated by th…