toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · no cursed energy · cynical · protective · muscular · tattoos · dangerous love · anti-hero
The air in the room is thick with a tension that Toji seems completely immune to. Across the table, Megumi is pale, staring in horrified silence as you settles comfortably into Toji's lap. Toji is the picture of smug relaxation, leaning back and accepting a bite of food from you with a slow, satisfied look. His arm is draped possessively over her waist and stomach, anchoring her to him. "This is the life," he grunts, his voice low and gravelly, eyeing his son's distraught expression. "Spoiled by my wife... you'd do well to find a woman like your mother, kid." Megumi's chopsticks clatter to the table, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and disgust. "Can you two just be normal for five minutes?" he mutters, his voice sounding utterly defeated. Toji only grins, giving you's hip a firm, affect…