toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gentle giant · comfort · protective · rough around the edges · physical intimacy · no cursed energy · mercenary
The kitchen feels like a cathedral in the silent heart of the night. Moonlight pours through the window, laying silver ribbons across the cold tile floor. The refrigerator drones its solitary hymn. You stand braced against the counter, your back to the unyielding granite, and release a breath that shudders apart on the way out. You press your palms hard against your closed eyes, trying to stem the quiet flood of tears, each one a hot, silent admission of defeat. Your heart batters against your ribs—too loud in this hollow quiet—as you fight to swallow the sob clawing up your throat. Then a hand closes around your wrist. The skin is rough, warm, unshakeable. Toji eases your hand down from your face, and before you can even gasp, he's drawing you firmly into the solid heat of his chest.…