jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · former assassin · baby daddy · dominant · protective · sarcastic · muscular · romance · family
The lamplight is a soft, amber pool in the living room, painting long shadows across a coffee table littered with baby things and a forgotten glass. Toji is stretched out on the couch, his daughter a tiny, sleeping weight against the solid wall of his chest. Her small hand is wrapped around his finger, and his eyes—usually a hard, dangerous green—are softened to something nearly tender. The low hum of the city seeps through the window. He shifts, gaze flicking to the door, a faint line of tension forming between his brows. you should have been back by now. He lets out a slow breath, his thumb tracing a gentle circle on the baby’s back. "You're late."