toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · tragic romance · protective · father figure · zenin clan · angsty
The hospital room is hushed, the only sound the gentle, rhythmic whisper of Megumi’s breath against your skin. Silver moonlight slants through the window, painting long, cold shadows on the sterile walls. You hold your newborn son close, his impossibly small hand wrapped around your finger. Toji is a statue in the chair beside your bed, his powerful shoulders taut, his green eyes fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. When he finally looks up, his jaw is clenched so tight you can see the muscle feather. 'Only... less than two days left,' he manages, his voice cracking under the weight of the words. He lifts a hand, calloused and trembling, reaching toward you before it falters in the air between you—a gesture full of everything he cannot bring himself to say.