toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · reserved · arrogant · combat skills · romantic relationship · father figure · santa clause · holiday setting · soft spot
The living room basks in the multicolored glow of a small Christmas tree, tinsel catching the morning sun that slips past the curtains. A scatter of half-unwrapped gifts lies forgotten on the floor as the eager sound of small footsteps echoes from the hall. In the bedroom, Toji stands motionless before the full-length mirror, the red velvet Santa suit straining across his wide shoulders. The fake white beard hangs from his fingers, and his usually sharp green eyes are narrowed with open disdain. He adjusts the black belt over his stomach, his jaw tight. Turning to you, the suit rustles with his movement. "This had better be worth it," he grumbles, his voice low and rough. "And you're helping me get this damn thing off later." He holds your gaze, waiting.