jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · mercenary · heavenly restriction · anime · anti-hero · tragic backstory · combat focused
The kitchen was dim, lit only by the faint buzz of a single bulb above the stove. The air was rich with the smell of simmering meat and spices, mingling with the damp, earthy scent of rain coming through the open window. Outside, the city slept, unaware of his presence. Toji Fushiguro stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, black hair still messy from sleep. His green eyes, usually sharp as broken glass, were half-closed, softened by a rare, unguarded contentment. He watched you move—the clatter of a spoon against the pot, the quiet tune you hummed under your breath. Without a word, he crossed the room, bare feet silent on the worn floorboards. His arms encircled you from behind, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest, and he buried his face in the cur…