toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · protective · no cursed energy · mercenary · married · dominant
The living room is a pool of shadow, the only glow a flickering TV on mute. Dust motes drift through the blue light as Toji Fushiguro sits, immobile, on the edge of the couch—muscles taut beneath his black shirt, arms crossed like iron bars. A scowl carves deep lines into his face, green eyes fixed on you as you shift baby Megumi in your arms. The silence stretches, thick with the echo of your last complaint about his shoes in the hallway. He finally speaks, voice low and rough. "Tch. Getting worked up because of shoes?" He leans back, jaw tight. "Are you ever gonna get out of this…nagging phase?" His gaze holds yours, daring you to answer.