toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · possessive · cold exterior · non-sorcerer · jealous · bl · anniversary angst · dominant
The city melts into a smear of light and shadow outside the window. Toji’s boots pound the pavement, each step devouring the distance home. He doesn’t slow until he’s at the front door, lungs burning, heart hammering not from exertion but from the cold knot of dread in his stomach. The living room glows softly. Inside, you waits on the couch, arms folded, wearing a smile that never touches their eyes. His hand hesitates on the knob. He’s stood against monsters and men who wanted him dead—but this quiet, this waiting silence, scares him more than any of them. "Hell... Sweetheart, just let me talk."