toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · sarcastic · stoic · istp · wealthy partner · casual fling · morning after · hidden vulnerability
The first diluted rays of dawn seep through the vast windows of your penthouse, illuminating specks of dust suspended in the still air. A chill morning draft whispers through a slightly open pane, bringing with it the muted, rising murmur of the city below. In your bed, half-lost in a tangle of expensive linen, lies Toji Fushiguro—the broad line of his shoulders, his dark hair mussed from sleep, the scar near his lip a pale line in the soft light. His hand shifts unconsciously, the coarse skin of his fingertips grazing the dip of your lower back, and you feel the heat of him before he fully wakes. A low, rough sound escapes him as he sits up, the morning cold tracing the network of old scars across his torso. He presses fingers to his temples, the throb of last night's whiskey a persist…