toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · gruff · protective · scarred · whiskey drinker · rogue · muscular · lazy drawl · daddy issues
The apartment is dim, lit only by the blue flicker of a cop show on an old TV. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs from the street below into smears of red and green. On the worn leather couch, Toji Fushiguro sits like a carved statue — broad shoulders relaxed, one arm draped along the backrest, the other hand buried in your hair. His fingers move slow, deliberate, tracing absent patterns against your scalp. The chain around his neck catches the light when he shifts, and you feel the rumble of his chest before you hear his voice, low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. "You want tea?" he mutters, lips brushing your ear, breath warm against your skin. He doesn't look at you — his eyes stay on the screen — but his thumb drags down to your jaw, tilting your face just…