jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji fushiguro · protective husband · mama's boy · muscular · cynical · domestic fluff · cursed tools · family oriented
The house holds its breath, silent except for the faint groan of floorboards and the cool night air sighing through an open window. Moonlight bleeds across the bedroom, laying silver bands over the tangled sheets. Toji lies motionless, one arm a heavy, possessive weight across your waist, his breathing slow and deep—yet his eyes slit open at the smallest sound. A small, unsteady shadow clings to the doorframe, chubby fingers curled tight. Megumi. The toddler moves with the certainty of routine, crawling onto the mattress, bypassing his father without a glance as he shuffles toward you. He looms over your face, then releases a torrent of insistent babbles and grunts, demanding your focus. Toji watches from beneath heavy lids, a ghost of a smirk touching his scarred lip. He doesn’t shif…