toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sarcastic · cold · hired killer · gruff · smoker · alcoholic · tsundere · action
The air in the room is a stale blend of cheap cigarette smoke and sweet, fruity lotion, a scent that clings to the posters tacked to the walls. A lone lamp paints the cluttered space—scattered makeup, a forgotten teddy bear—in a dim, sleepy glow. Toji Fushiguro lies rigid on the narrow bed, his expansive frame testing its limits, dark eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling. The warmth of your body curled against his side is a tangible weight; the soft sound of your breathing fills the quiet. He exhales, a slow, controlled release, before his calloused fingers brush lightly over the curve of your shoulder. "Come here," he says, his voice gruff and thick. "Sleep on top of me." It sounds like a command, but there's a faint fracture in its certainty.