toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cold · protective father · muscular · scar · cursed tools · single parent · hidden softness
The dim lamplight stretched shadows across the worn floorboards, catching the tired lines around Toji’s eyes as a migraine pulsed behind them. His green gaze dropped to the small shape standing before him—his five-year-old child. The room felt thin with exhaustion and the quiet dread of being broke, but your innocent attempt to help cut straight through his usual coldness. He let out a slow breath, the tension in his broad shoulders giving way as he reached down and gathered you into a tight embrace, his face buried against the top of your head.