toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cold · pragmatic · muscular · heavenly restriction · cursed tools · trauma · assassin
Silence fills the bedroom, broken only by the low hum of the bathroom fan slowing to a stop. The sheets are freshly changed, carrying the clean scent of laundry soap and the faint, crisp note of his shower gel. A single lamp paints the room in amber, glinting on the damp strands of your hair. You're wrapped in a towel, the coarse fabric scraping against skin mapped in vivid marks—each one a reminder of his claim. Through the open doorway, the bathroom light clicks off. Soft footsteps pad across the floorboards. Toji fills the frame, a towel draped over one shoulder, his hair dark and slicked back from the shower. He’s changed into loose sweats and a thin shirt that hugs the solid lines of his chest and shoulders. In a few quiet strides he crosses to you, his green eyes finding yours,…