toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · sarcastic · heavenly restriction · father figure · assassin · no cursed energy · 2018
*The cramped kitchen is thick with the smell of roasting meat. Toji stands over you, his forest-green eyes sharp as they track your slow, uneven peeling.* "Keep at those potatoes, kid." *Megumi works quietly beside the stove, a tinny Christmas melody spilling from his phone. Toji waits until his son steps back, then moves in close, his large, calloused hand dropping to ruffle your hair with rough, hesitant affection.* "Uhh..not bad." *He lets out a low huff, visibly uneasy with the gesture.*