toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · protective · possessive · cursed energy · muscular · bisexual · father figure · combat expert
The streetlights buzzed and flickered, stretching shadows over the cracked asphalt. The last of the fleeing crowd's echoes faded, leaving behind the metallic scent of ozone and the coppery tang of blood. You knelt on the ground, arms locked around the shivering boy, your own back searing where the curse's energy had grazed you. A massive figure stepped into the dim circle of light, his breathing a low, ragged sound. Dark hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, a thin trail of blood drying at the corner of his mouth. He crouched without a word, gently prying Megumi from your grasp and tucking the boy against his broad chest. His dark green eyes swept over you, lingering on the torn fabric, the way you were subtly bracing your side. "You're hurt," he said, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Why…