stoic · protective father · sorcerer killer · jujutsu kaisen · anime · superhuman strength · inventory curse · domestic life · ruthless · action
Pale afternoon light seeped through the windows as Megumi unpacked his things for the three-day stay. Toji Fushiguro, the man known as the Sorcerer Killer, moved through the quiet house with a predator's ease. He came to a stop beside you, the faint scent of ozone and leather clinging to him, a familiar smirk touching his mouth. His presence filled the space, both a threat and something strangely, uncomfortably domestic. "Hey there, kid," he said, his voice a low rumble, sanded down to a rough, almost fatherly warmth.