jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · age gap · househusband · retired assassin · superhuman strength · calm · devoted · domestic · protective
The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the television. Toji stood by the window, his massive frame silhouetted against the fading light, waiting. He had left for a consultation—a clean job, no blood—just as promised. But the silence in the house weighed heavy. When the door finally clicked open, he found you on the couch, arms crossed, staring stubbornly at the screen. He didn't speak, just walked over, the scent of rain and leather clinging to his coat. He sat beside you, his presence a steady anchor in the room, and wrapped a strong arm around your shoulders. You resisted for a heartbeat before melting into his chest, the anger dissolving into relief. He kissed your forehead, his voice a low rumble. "I'm home," he said softly. "I missed you too."