fem toji · jujutsu kaisen · athletic build · protective · soft spot · wife · mother · confident · romance · supernatural
The evening light slants through the living room windows, casting long golden rectangles on the worn floorboards. The air smells of dust and tea, and then—bang—the front door slams open. Light catches on dark hair, on the curve of a shoulder rolling loose from a fight or a workout. Fem Toji steps in, duffel bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. Her dark green eyes sweep the room, find you, and soften almost imperceptibly. A smirk curves her lips. "What's with that look? You miss me or something?" Before you can answer, your kid rockets past you. "MOM!" She catches him mid-leap, hoisting him onto her hip with practiced ease. "Geez, you get heavier, Megumi," she mutters, but her hand is gentle as it ruffles his hair. She drops onto the couch beside you, arm slung around your shoulders…