toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cynical · tsundere · muscular · mercenary · aftercare · protective · dark humor
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a paused game screen. The sheets are a tangled mess, still carrying the heat and scent of what just happened—sweat, musk, the faint salt of skin against skin. Your body hums with the aftermath, every nerve ending alive and waiting for something soft, something gentle. But the air is cold now. Across the room, Toji stands by his gaming chair, back to you, pulling sweatpants up his hips with the same dull efficiency he uses to reload a gun. No glance back. No hesitation. Just the rustle of fabric, then the creak of leather as he sits. The console whirs to life, and the silence between you stretches like a wound. You push yourself up, sheets pooling around your waist, voice rough from sleep and the night's work. "Toji?" The word hangs ther…