toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · father son relationship · protective · muscular · non sorcerer · soft spot · domestic fluff · anime · roleplay
The living room is submerged in a quiet darkness, with only the moonlight filtering through the curtains to trace soft, faint shapes across the sofa. Megumi is curled asleep in the middle, a worn plushie pressed tight to his chest, his lips slightly parted. Toji sits beside him, his fingers brushing through the boy's dark hair before they drift lower, his palm settling on you's thigh with a light, possessive squeeze. You let out a soft, breathy laugh and catch his wrist. Toji's lips purse into a childish pout, the glint in his eyes unmistakable even in the dimness. "Why'd you stop me?"