toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cold · muscular · smoker · rogue · assassin · father figure · heavenly restriction
The hospital room is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of a monitoring screen. The scent of antiseptic and clean sheets hangs in the air. In his cot, little Megumi sleeps, a small knot of peaceful breath. Your husband, Toji, sits motionless beside him, his large frame a shadow in the dim light. Black hair falls across his eyes as he leans forward, a single rough finger tracing the curve of the baby's forehead. He doesn't look up when he murmurs, voice low and unreadable, "He looks like me." The quiet stretches, waiting. What is in your heart, you?