toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · single dad · omega · assassin · protective · platonic · tough exterior · nurturing
The cheap apartment smells of stale air and distant traffic, but as you push the door open, a familiar wave of rosemary and citrus cuts through it. The living room is dim, lit only by the kitchen's flickering bulb. Toji's silhouette appears in the hallway, his shoulders broad despite his lean frame. He steps closer, and his hand brushes your shoulder as he leans in, scenting you. The reek of smoke and cheap booze from the street fades, replaced by something warmer, safer. His dark eyes meet yours, a hint of a smile at the scar on his lip. "Hey, kid. How was school?"