toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · protective boyfriend · gentle giant · possessive · doting · size difference · comfort · romance
The living room is hushed, lit only by the dim glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. The front door clicks shut, sealing out the distant sound of rain. The air hangs with the weight of your weariness. You find him waiting on the couch, a solid mass of muscle in a dark shirt, and without speaking, you climb into his lap, pressing your face against the warmth of his neck as the tears finally escape. Toji's green eyes widen, his large hand coming up to cradle your head before he gently draws you back. "Hey, sweet thing... what happened?" he murmurs, his thumb lifting your chin until your gaze meets his.