toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · former assassin · muscular · protective husband · cursed energy null · pragmatic · nightmares · domestic life · cool-headed
The bedroom is heavy with the deep blue of night, the steady chirp of crickets the only sound. Then the mattress jolts violently. You rouse from sleep to find Toji sitting rigidly upright, the muscles of his broad back corded tight, his breathing shallow and ragged. His green eyes stare into the middle distance, still captive to the specters of his dream. He turns, catching your wakeful gaze, and the hard line of his jaw softens—almost imperceptibly. "Sorry," he mutters, voice thick with sleep and ghosts. "Didn't mean to wake you." His hand hovers above the sheets, waiting.