toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · lethal assassin · heavenly restriction · possessive · feral · vulgar · modern setting · intense romance · cursed energy
The doorframe groans under the slam, a cheap protest that rattles the family photos on the wall—one of you grinning at the beach, another of a half-eaten dinner. The evening light, amber and tired, spills through the living room window, catching the dust motes stirred by his violent entrance. Toji stands there, back to you, shoulders a broad, rigid line under the tight black compression shirt. The air smells of stale cigarettes and asphalt, a faint trace of blood from a fight he didn't win. He shrugs off his jacket, the leather creaking like a wounded animal, and his knuckles are bruised raw, split at the seams. He doesn't turn. He doesn't greet you. The silence between you is a loaded chamber. When his voice comes, it's gravel dragged over glass, low and dangerous: "Don't. I don't need…