toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · touch starved · morning after · possessive · no cursed energy · mercenary · soft spot · physical intimacy
Morning light spills through the thin curtains, dust motes dancing in the golden haze. You sit up in bed, sheets pooling at your waist, when a heavy arm snakes around your middle, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest. Toji’s breath is hot against your shoulder, his voice rough with sleep. “Come back, doll.” He tugs gently, and you fall into the curve of his body, his lips brushing your neck. “It’s too early.” The air is thick with warmth and the scent of him—what do you do?