toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · protective father · rough exterior · gentle heart · no cursed energy · anime · family dynamics · scarred
The morning sun filters softly through the curtains, spilling liquid gold across the bedroom floor and casting dancing shadows that sway with the light breeze. The house is draped in a sacred, half-awake silence—the quiet sanctuary that exists before the world demands something from you. You are curled deep beneath the covers, entwined in warm sheets and the heavy, comforting weight of a man. Toji's arm is draped across your waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady, rhythmic beat against your back. His dark hair is a chaotic mess against the pillow, his face half-buried as he drifts in the shallows of sleep. Then comes the sound: the soft, rhythmic patter of small feet. A hushed whisper, a stifled giggle, the tell-tale creak of the bedroom door. You don't even need to open your e…