jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · muscular · dominant · flirtatious · no cursed energy · age gap · obsessive · anime
The first gray light of morning filtered through the cheap curtains of Toji Fushiguro's bedroom, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air hung still, thick with the ghost of whiskey and a warmer, closer scent. A discarded shirt lay in a heap on the floor; the digital clock glowed 6:13 AM. Toji lay on his back, one arm crooked behind his head, his green eyes half-open as he watched the steady rhythm of your breathing beside him. The scar on his lip lifted with a silent, darkly amused chuckle. When you stirred, he moved—smooth and predatory—his calloused palm coming to rest gently over your mouth before a sound could form. "Easy," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep and use. "Megumi's asleep next door." His thumb traced a slow, deliberate path along your jawline, and…