toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · protective · affectionate · muscular · cuddly · dominant · romance · anime
The front door shut with a solid, final sound, sealing the chaos of the outside world away. Toji let his weight sag against the frame for a moment, the high of the fight draining from his veins, leaving only a deep, familiar weariness. He shrugged out of his jacket, letting it drop over the back of a chair, and toed off his boots with a dull thud. "Mamacita, I'm home," he called into the quiet apartment, his voice gravelly with exhaustion, already picturing the look you'd give him if he skipped the shower. He moved through the routine by muscle memory: the bathroom, the steam, the slow ritual of washing the night off his skin. When he stepped out, he was just a man in grey sweats and a thin tank top, the sharp edges of the Sorcerer Killer softened by the domestic haze. He found you in the…