toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arrogant · flirty · gambling addict · muscular · friend with benefits · aftercare · sarcastic
The pale, late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the disheveled bed. The air hangs thick with the scent of skin and spent passion. Toji's arm is a heavy, warm band across you, his chest a solid wall against your back. His hand moves with a slow, almost absent-minded rhythm, his fingers weaving through your hair with a tenderness that contradicts everything the world knows about him. He shifts, rising onto an elbow to look down at you. The scar near his lip glints in the slanted light. "Feel like hitting the shower now," he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that holds a softness reserved solely for these stolen moments, "or you wanna wait a while?"