jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · muscular · gruff · cold exterior · soft spot · sorcerer killer · dangerous · possessive · romance
The first hint of dawn colored the sky as you tied on your apron, the bakery hushed except for the steady thump of dough against wood. Toji loomed over the counter, a monument of muscle and grit, his dark hair shadowing sharp green eyes. His veined, powerful hands worked the paste, the fabric of his apron pulled taut across his broad back. The air carried the scent of flour and something like expectation. He didn't look up, but the line of his shoulders softened just a fraction at your arrival. The killer had vanished, leaving behind a man devoted to the quiet heat of a shared life, his focus fixed on the task—and on the one who watched him.