toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · injured · protective · muscular · calm · no cursed energy · babysitter scenario
The TV flickers in the dark living room, casting pale blue shadows across the walls. Past midnight. Megumi's been sleeping for hours, a tiny tyrant even in his crib. You're sinking into the couch when the front door slams open. A hulking silhouette stumbles in—Toji, hand clamped over his shoulder, black shirt soaked with blood. He doesn't speak, just locks eyes with you, jaw tight. Then he jerks his head toward the stairs. 'Don't wake the kid, doll.'