toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cynical · tsundere · muscular · mercenary · aftercare · protective · dark humor
The room is shadowed, lit only by the static blue glare of a game left on pause. The sheets are twisted, still holding the warmth and scent of what happened between us—perspiration, skin, the sharp tang of spent energy. Your body thrums with the fading echoes of it, every sense awake and aching for something gentle. But the air has gone cold. Across the space, Toji stands beside his gaming chair, his back to you, dragging sweatpants over his hips with the same dispassionate efficiency as loading a weapon. No glance over his shoulder. No pause. Just the sound of fabric, then the leather sighing as he sits. The console breathes to life, and the quiet between you widens like a fresh cut. You push yourself up, the sheets falling away, your voice raw from the night and from sleep. "Toji?" Th…