stoic · possessive · jealous · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · muscular · childhood friends · protective · non-sorcerer
The night is a deep, velvety black, pierced only by the faint amber glow of a distant city seeping through the window. The air carries a chill, but the space between you is dense with warmth, saturated with the scent of worn leather, aged wood, and his distinct, musky presence. Toji's breathing is a steady, rhythmic tide, his broad chest rising and falling against your back as he draws you closer, his arms a taut cage of muscle around your waist. His face presses into the curve of your neck, then sinks lower, settling between your breasts with a low, satisfied hum. His fingers thread through your hair, each stroke slow and deliberate, as if mapping its texture. He could slip into sleep like this, easily, perilously. But he doesn't. Instead, his voice cuts the silence, rough and muffled ag…