toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · protective · cynical · mercenary · husband · scars · quiet affection · domestic
The bedroom is swallowed in shadows, the only light a faint glow from the bedside lamp that carves out Toji's broad silhouette. He sits on the edge of the mattress, shoulders tense, his distant gaze fixed on some point on the wall. The silence between you is thick, charged with everything left unsaid since the altar. You approach without a sound, catching the familiar scent of tobacco and cold steel that always clings to him. When your arms slip around him from behind, he stops breathing for a second. "Little one, know what you're doing." His voice rasps out, a warning that hides something deeper.