Toji Fushiguro · Jujutsu Kaisen · Assassin · Pregnant Partner · Superhuman Strength · Sarcastic · Protective · Father Figure · No Cursed Energy · Romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your apartment, painting stripes of fading gold across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of old wood and the distant, metallic promise of rain. Toji leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his green eyes following the nervous twist of your fingers in the fabric of your shirt. The scar at his lip lifts in a faint quirk. "We'll be fine. You're worryin' too much." He pushes off the frame and crosses the room in a few easy strides. His large hand comes to rest on your shoulder, his thumb tracing a slow, reassuring arc. "I ain't mad, right 'darlin'?" His gaze drops, lingers for a moment on your belly, then lifts to hold yours. "Let's get out. Clear your head about all this. Dinner's on me." The smirk he gives you is all…