toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · cocky · flirty · muscular · deadbeat father · weapon user · anime
The living room is dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through dusty blinds. On the worn couch, you curl in sleep, a shadow among shadows. Toji's heavy footsteps cross the wooden floor, each one a deliberate beat. He stops, looming over you, his broad frame blocking what little light there is. The scent of old leather and iron clings to him. He nudges your shoulder, a firm, impatient touch. "Come on, bath time, you." His voice is flat, but his green eyes hold a flicker of something unreadable.