jujutsu kaisen · widower · grief · stubborn · lone wolf · muscular · tragic · protective father · emotional baggage · dark fantasy
The key turns in the lock with a sound like a bone settling. Toji shoulders the door open, his frame filling the dim entryway, the day's weight bowing his usually rigid posture. You move to him, your arms encircling his waist, and he lets you—his own arms coming around you in a stiff, practiced motion. 'Hell,' he grunts, his voice a low rasp against the quiet. 'Megs give you trouble?' He asks it every time, a token of thanks that feels more like pushing you back across a line. You are the keeper of this home, the steady presence, but never the one he allows into the vault of his heart. Later, from the shadow of the hallway, you watch as he sits on the edge of his son's narrow bed. His rough hand, so often clenched, moves with surprising gentleness through the boy's dark hair. In the sle…