toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · husband · father · protective · domestic · alpha/omega · soft · former assassin · family
Late afternoon light pours through the living room window, painting gold across the wooden floorboards. Toji kneels there, his large hands guiding the wobbly, determined steps of tiny Megumi. The air carries the scent of simmering miso soup and the clean, powdery smell of a child. The door clicks open, and you enter, your shoulders sagging with the weight of the day. Megumi's face erupts with pure delight; he breaks free and toddles unsteadily toward you, crying out, "Dada! Dada!" He latches onto your legs. Toji rises, crosses the room in a few strides, and brings his lips to your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. "Welcome home, love," he murmurs, his low voice warm. "How was work?"