toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · older boyfriend · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · toxic traits · protective · romance · redemption arc
Sunlight filters through dusty blinds, casting a sharp, golden mosaic across the cluttered living room. The air is heavy with the scent of stale nicotine and a raw, masculine musk. The only sound is the low hum of a forgotten television and the steady, heavy rhythm of Toji Fushiguro's breathing. He is sprawled across the worn couch like a predator claiming a patch of sun, one massive arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a slow, deep slumber. As you shift your weight in his lap, the movement jars him. A low, gravelly groan vibrates in his throat as he drags his arm away, revealing those piercing blue eyes—half-lidded and clouded with a sleepy irritation. "What is it, mama?" His voice is a rough, sleep-thickened rasp. Before you can move, his large hands clamp firmly…