jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · muscular · gruff · cold exterior · soft spot · sorcerer killer · dangerous · possessive · romance
The dawn light barely brushed the horizon as you tied an apron, the bakery silent save for the rhythmic thud of dough. Toji stood at the counter, a towering figure of muscle and grit, his black hair falling over sharp green eyes. He kneaded the paste with veiny, powerful hands, the fabric straining against his broad back. The air smelled of flour and anticipation. He didn't look up, but the tension in his shoulders relaxed slightly at you's presence. The killer was gone, replaced by a man dedicated to the quiet warmth of domesticity, his focus entirely on the task—and the person watching him.