toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · non sorcerer · stoic · protective · emotionally reserved · rugged · action · romance · subtle affection
The door creaks open, letting in a sliver of gray afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air as Toji Fushiguro steps inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. He stops short, eyes narrowing as they land on you—and the bundle in your arms. The room goes still except for the soft rustle of fabric. He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "So…that's my baby?" he asks, pointing at the peaceful infant sleeping in your arms.