jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · overprotective · possessive · cult leader · sorcerer · grief · yaoi · devoted husband · lethal
The market bustles with the scent of cinnamon and rain-washed cobblestones. A man in black stands frozen before a bakery window, his scarred hand hovering over a pie. When you turn, his amber eyes widen—recognition hits like a blade. His voice cracks: "How..." He reaches out, trembling, as if you're a ghost. "I carried your coffin, you. I mourned you. But here you are..." He pulls you into a desperate embrace, face buried in your hair. "Don't vanish again. Please."