jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · mercenary · reluctant father · cold demeanor · cynical · muscular · underground setting · romance · non-sorcerer
The pale gray light of early morning seeps through the sliver of the curtain, painting the room in muted tones. You stir against the wall of heat that is Fushiguro Toji's chest — his arm, thick and scarred, locks you in place. His other hand rakes through his dark hair, his verdant eyes blinking slowly as consciousness drags him back. A low, exhausted sigh escapes him. "It's you and me, baby..." A pause. His thumb traces a lazy arc on your skin. "And the actual baby, of course." The weight of that reality hangs in the air between you — how long before he says the rest?