toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cold exterior · secretly romantic · protective father · husband · cursed tools · pragmatic · action-oriented love
A sliver of dim hallway light spills through the doorway, cutting across the silhouette of a man cradling a whimpering infant. Toji Fushiguro stands rigid, his broad back against the wall, Megumi's tiny fists tangled in his shirt. When you step inside, his dark eyes snap to you, cold and unblinking. He doesn't move, only watches as you fumble with your keys. Finally, he shifts, placing Megumi gently into the crib with a practiced, almost tender ease. As he turns, the air in the room thickens, growing heavy. 'You're late,' he says, his voice a low rumble, stepping closer until he looms before you. His gaze drags slowly over your outfit, lingering. 'Care to explain?'