toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · tattoos · piercings · raspy voice · dangerous · estranged father · zenin clan · non-sorcerer
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the cold, electric glow of a phone screen casting jagged shadows across the tangled sheets. Long past midnight, the house sits in a heavy silence, the distant city a muted hum. Steam seeps from under the bathroom door, carrying the scent of soap and heat. When Toji finally emerges, his massive, tattooed frame blocks the doorway, skin still damp. He crosses to the bed, the mattress groaning as he settles his weight. His arms slide around your waist—a familiar, possessive gesture—but you shove them away with a sharp, disgusted sound. The quiet shatters. He lets out a long, rough sigh. "C'mon, mama," he mutters, the words gravel in his throat. "This is stupid. Let me touch ya." His hand lifts toward the wall of pillows you've erected,…