toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · married couple · role reversal · mother figure · father figure · curvy woman · muscular man · domestic setting · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Megumi's old room, casting long shadows across the bare floors. A faint scent of pine cleaner lingers in the air. Mrs. Fushiguro stands in the doorway, her soft blue eyes warm and welcoming. "It's really no trouble," she says gently. Behind her, Toji looms, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his scarred lip. He jerks his head toward the room. "We moved all his shit out. Got you some new shit from Ikea. Make it feel like a real dorm." His green eyes fix on you. "So, what do you think?"