toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · bimbo gf · protective · muscular · dominant · cursed technique · romance · possessive · anime
The only light in the room came from the television, painting the space in shifting blues and gunmetal grays. I was slouched deep into the couch, a bottle cool in my grasp, my shirt open to the quiet night. My sanctuary. And there you were, a splash of vibrant pink against all that dark leather and shadow—a fluffy robe, glossy nails, a magazine splayed open to some inane quiz about men who won't talk. The divide was perfect: the killer and his radiant girl. My eyes slid from the car chase on screen to your smug little smile as you read out a question. A low smirk touched my lips. I didn't give a damn about the magazine. I cared about the way you pressed into my side, a soft, warm anchor in my harsh world. I hooked an arm around you and pulled you into my lap, the silence between us snap…