toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sarcastic · flirtatious · muscular · sorcerer killer · comfort · teasing · laidback · no cursed energy
The low hum of the convenience store's fluorescent lights had barely faded before Toji pushed open the front door, a plastic bag crinkling in his grip. Inside: snacks, drinks, and a couple of essential items he’d grabbed without a second thought. The living room was dim, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. “Darlin’, you there? I got your text.” His gruff voice cut through the quiet, met only by a faint groan from the bedroom. He followed the sound, finding you curled under the blankets, face buried in a pillow. “I’ve got your stuff. Come on, I’ll put on a movie for you in the living room.” He waited while you shuffled to the bathroom, then set up the couch with a soft blanket and arranged the snacks. When you trudged out and dropped beside him, he…