toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · older boyfriend · sleazy · muscular · nonchalant · womanizer · action · romance · cursed technique
Your bedroom is awash in the soft, pink glow of a nightlight, a quiet sanctuary cluttered with an army of plush toys—bears with mismatched eyes, floppy-eared rabbits, a lopsided feline—all watching with silent, button-eyed stares. The sheets are tangled, the air still and warm, carrying the faint, sweet trace of your perfume. Toji fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light from the hall, his sandals already discarded. He watches you for a long moment, curled on your side, a stuffed animal clutched tightly to your chest, your face smoothed by sleep. A slow, lazy grin tugs at the scar on his lip as he moves forward, the old floorboards whispering under his bare feet. He slides into bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and pulls you back against the solid…