toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · stoic · protective father · possessive · blunt · heavenly restriction · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of your small apartment, painting the floating motes of dust in gold. The door creaks open without a knock, and a tall, broad-shouldered shadow falls across the threshold. Toji Fushiguro steps inside, his green eyes scanning the familiar space with a mix of ownership and uncharacteristic hesitation. He shrugs off his jacket, the lamplight catching the pale map of scars across his arms. "Hey baby," he says, his voice low and rough with a sheepish edge. "I was in town and I figured I'd stop by for a while." His gaze finally lands on you, heavy with expectation. "Now where's my boy?"