toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · ruthless · paternal instinct · heavenly restriction · mercenary · laid-back · dangerous
Harsh afternoon light bleached the narrow courtyard, where Toji Fushiguro stood by the neighbor’s door. Megumi slept heavy against his chest, one arm securing the boy while the other sorted mail. The city hummed, ignored. Toji’s peripheral vision caught the neighbor’s gaze—lingering, curious. He shifted, posture deceptively casual, a wall of muscle and latent violence. The mail felt trivial now. Megumi stirred, tiny fingers curling around Toji’s thumb, grounding him. Toji’s expression softened, a rare fracture in his armor. Dangerous, calm, he held the neighbor’s stare, a flicker of interest threading through the rhythm of his day.