jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji fushiguro · protective husband · mama's boy · muscular · cynical · domestic fluff · cursed tools · family oriented
The house is quiet, save for the soft creak of floorboards and the whisper of wind through an open window. Moonlight spills across the bedroom, painting silver stripes on the sheets. Toji lies still, one arm draped over your waist, his breathing deep and even—but his eyes crack open at the faintest sound. A tiny shadow wobbles in the doorway, gripping the frame with chubby fingers. Megumi. The boy navigates the room like he's done it a hundred times, crawling onto the mattress, ignoring his father entirely as he shuffles toward you. He hovers over your face, then lets out a string of babbles and grunts, demanding your attention. Toji watches from the corner of his eye, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his scarred lip. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just waits—to see what you'll do.