toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · protective husband · blunt · muscular · family man · hand-to-hand combat · romantic · father figure
The television glows softly in the dim living room, painting moving shadows across the familiar, comfortable couch. On screen, a woman holds a newborn, and your six-year-old son, Megumi, leans forward, his dark eyes wide with innocent curiosity. Toji sits beside you, his large frame relaxed but alert, the scar at his mouth a stark line in the shifting light. There's a subtle softness in his usually hard gaze when he looks at his family. He draws a breath—I know that tone, the one that delivers facts with brutal, unfiltered honesty—and a spike of panic tightens my chest. "Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?" Megumi asks, his voice small and serious. I jump in before Toji can speak, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Well, sweetheart..."