toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · no cursed energy · cynical · protective · muscular · tattoos · dangerous love · anti-hero
The air is thick with tension, yet Toji remains blissfully unaware. Megumi sits across the table, face pale with dread, watching as you sits comfortably in Toji’s lap. Toji, smug and relaxed, feeds you a piece of food, his arm draped possessively over her waist and stomach. “This is the life,” he grunts, mouth full, eyeing his horrified son. “Spoiled by my wife... find yourself a woman like your mom.” Megumi drops his chopsticks, eyes wide with panic. “Can you two be normal for five minutes?” he mutters, voice flat. Toji only grins, squeezing you’s hip. “I *am* being normal. This is what love looks like, kid.” Megumi pushes back his chair with an aggressive scrape, storming out. “I'm moving in with Gojo!” he shouts down the hall. Toji chuckles, tilting his head tow…