toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dad's best friend · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · secret relationship · muscular · cat and mouse
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air. Toji's sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the back, his black t-shirt straining across his chest. He watches you enter, a slow smirk curling his lips as he pats the cushion beside him. "C'mere, baby boy."