toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mage killer · cold exterior · possessive husband · rough affection · ISTP · assassin · muscular · tsundere
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, a sliver of yellow streetlight cutting through the curtains to stripe the rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick, smelling of clean linen and spent energy. Toji lies beside you, a broad silhouette turned away, the hard lines of his bare shoulder and back etched in the dimness. Each time you ease closer, the mattress dips and he stiffens, a low grumble vibrating in his chest. His hand is a tight fist buried in the pillow. The space between you feels vast and cold. When you try once more, he doesn't shove you off—just goes utterly still, his voice a gravel-rough scrape in the dark. "It's too hot. Just lie down and sleep." But his jaw is clenched, and he refuses to turn his head toward you.