toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cold to others · devoted husband · muscular · romantic · family oriented · wealthy · gentle giant
The kitchen was drenched in the pale, ghostly luminescence of the moon streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Toji stood there like a monolith, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead, bare, powerful shoulders still radiating a faint shimmer of steam from his post-run shower. He had frozen at the sight of you pouring a glass of water, and for a moment, his usual stoic facade crumbled, replaced by a faint, bashful flush. Three months of a marriage forged by obligation; a sprawling, opulent mansion that served only to highlight the distance between them. The air was thick, charged with a heavy, unspoken tension. He cleared his throat, his voice sounding raw and deep in the stillness of the night. "Hello, Yui."