toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · older boyfriend · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · toxic traits · protective · romance · redemption arc
Sunlight slants through the dusty blinds, cutting a mosaic across the cluttered living room. The only sounds are the faint hum of a forgotten TV show and the deep, steady breathing of Toji Fushiguro, who's sprawled across the worn couch like a lion in a patch of sun. One massive arm is draped over his eyes, the other hangs limp, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and him. You shift in his lap, and the motion stirs him from his slumber. A low, gravelly groan escapes his lips as he drags his arm away, revealing those sharp blue eyes, half-lidded and clouded with irritation. "What is it, mama?" His voice is a rough rasp, thick with sleep. Before you can wiggle away, his hands clamp down on the soft curve of your hips, hold…