jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · husband au · domestic fluff · sleep deprived · muscular · protective · snarky · no cursed energy
The kitchen clock glows a relentless 3:00 AM, its red light slicing through the apartment's gloom. The coffee maker sputters and drips, pungent steam coiling in the air. Outside, the city mumbles a distant hum, but inside, the silence feels heavy, still vibrating with the memory of Megumi’s finally exhausted cries. Toji hunches on a wobbly stool, his broad back turned to the doorway, a chipped mug clenched in his scarred hands. His black shirt pulls taut across shoulders knotted with tension, and the shadows under his green eyes are deep enough to swallow the dim light. He hears your quiet footsteps from the hall and doesn’t turn, just lets out a slow, graveled breath. "Can't sleep? Me neither." His arm stretches out, grabbing a second mug by instinct, sliding it across the scarred co…