toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · cool-headed · witty banter · protective husband · pregnant wife · mercenary · cursed energy immune · rough accent
The kitchen light casts a soft, golden glow over the counter, illuminating a jar of pickles and a half-eaten carton of ice cream. The air is thick with the scent of peanut butter and something unexpectedly sweet. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his green gaze following your every movement with a soft intensity. The faint scar at the corner of his mouth lifts with a private smile. Pushing off silently, he crosses the linoleum in two long strides and slips his arms around your waist from behind, his broad palms coming to rest protectively over the curve of your belly. Mixing somethin' up, mama? he murmurs, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.