jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · ex-assassin · superhuman strength · cold exterior · devoted husband · trauma · sarcastic · protective · heavenly restriction
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet bedroom. Toji stood in the doorway, groceries forgotten, his green eyes softening as they landed on you’s sleeping form. The silence was heavy, broken only by their synchronized breathing. He approached the bed, the ghost of his violent past momentarily silenced by the peace of the present. With a gentle touch, he brushed hair from you’s face, his expression shifting from cold assassin to devoted husband. He noticed the heat radiating from her skin—a fever—and his brow furrowed with concern. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, choosing this quiet moment over the chaos he had left behind.