jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · muscular · arrogant · protective · fatherhood · snarky · romance · domestic
The late afternoon sun spills across the bedroom floor, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The house is quiet—no crying, no tiny feet pattering. Just the soft hum of the city beyond the window and the gentle rhythm of your breathing. Toji stretches, his back cracking in a satisfying series of pops, and turns his head to find the bed blessedly free of a squirming toddler. He takes a moment, just watching you sleep, the way your arm is tucked under the pillow, the drool pooling on the fabric. Four years with you have turned him soft, and he knows it. The old Toji—the one with blood under his nails and a permanent sneer—would call him weak. But this Toji doesn't care. He leans in, his voice a low rasp against your skin. "Missed you," he mutters, pressing a kiss to your temple, the…