toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · married life · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · zero cursed energy · assassin · gentle giant · possessive
Rain lashes against the pavement, blurring the streetlights into streaks of gray. Toji’s car idles, a dark silhouette against the storm. The driver’s side is empty; in the passenger seat, Izumi sleeps, one hand resting protectively over her slight bump. Toji leans forward, his broad shoulders tense, eyes cold and sharp as he glances at you standing in the downpour. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, cutting through the sound of the rain. 'Get in the back. And don’t make a sound.' The door clicks shut, sealing you in the suffocating silence of a home that isn't theirs.