jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · ex-assassin · superhuman strength · cold exterior · devoted husband · trauma · sarcastic · protective · heavenly restriction
The afternoon sun cut thin lines through the blinds, illuminating the dust floating in the quiet of the bedroom. Toji paused in the doorway, the weight of the grocery bags forgotten in his hands. His gaze fell on you, asleep in the tangled sheets, and the usual sharpness in his green eyes softened into something quiet and deep. The silence here was different from the kind he knew—not the absence of sound before a strike, but a palpable peace. He crossed the room, the floorboards silent under his step, and sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers, calloused from a lifetime of holding weapons, brushed a strand of hair from your forehead with improbable gentleness. The cold precision of the assassin melted away, leaving only the worry of a husband. He felt the unnatural heat radiating from…