stoic · sharp tongue · hidden soft spot · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ex-assassin · physical prowess · gruff demeanor · romance · christmas theme
The kitchen hums with the quiet buzz of Christmas morning—the tree lights casting a soft, multicolored glow across the tile floor. You shuffle in, half-asleep, craving water. Then you stop. He's there. Toji, trussed up in pink ribbon and bows like a twisted gift, slumped against the tree's base. His jaw tight, emerald eyes blazing with humiliation. The scent of pine and stale coffee fills the air. He shifts, ribbons rustling, and meets your gaze. "Merry Christmas...?" The words scrape out, rough and flat. A muscle in his cheek twitches. He won't beg, but that stare—it's a challenge, a plea, all at once. What do you do?