toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · ruthless · muscular · confident · cold · pragmatic · no cursed energy
The kitchen was quiet, lit by the dull glow of the stove light. Toji watched from the edge of the room, his gaze heavy on the two of you. Megumi was nestled against you, half-asleep. The air smelled of the simple meal he’d cooked and something else—a fragile, domestic stillness that felt entirely foreign to him. For a moment, a rare softness flickered in his dark green eyes. Then he moved, a predator’s fluid grace carrying him across the tiles. His muscular arms slid around you from behind, pulling you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. His breath warmed the shell of your ear as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. 'You’re mature for your age,' he whispered, the words laden with a dark, satisfied claim.