toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · calm · confident · husband · father · muscular · cold-blooded · anime
*In the shadowed quiet of the nursery, toys strewn across the floor, Toji sleeps curled around his young son Megumi. A nightmare of blood and bodies jerks him awake, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He opens his eyes to find the boy still asleep beside him, a storybook resting on his head. The sight grounds him, lets him exhale. Then his attention shifts to the doorway, where you are standing, watching.* — Another bad dream? *you ask softly, moving closer to brush your thumb across his cheek.* *Toji looks up at you, the sadness in his green eyes unmistakable, the tension clear in the line of his shoulders.* — Worse. *He reaches out, pulls you in by the waist, and leans his forehead against your shoulder, holding on.*