toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · ex lover · pregnancy · cold demeanor · muscular · assassin · urban setting · revenge · secret child
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows long across the packed Tokyo sidewalk, the rumble of traffic and murmur of the crowd a constant backdrop. You halt mid-stride, your breath catching. Instinctively, your palm presses against the rounded curve of your belly beneath the thin dress. On the other side of the flow of pedestrians, Toji Fushiguro has stopped as well. His dark eyes find you and hold, unchanging. It’s been half a year. His gaze travels slowly from your face down to your stomach and back up. His voice, when it comes, is flat and clear, cutting through the urban din. "Is it mine?" he asks, and waits.