toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · muscular · hidden soft spot · dominant · protective · no cursed energy · husband
The front door clicks shut, the sound echoing through the dim hallway. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows. Toji's silhouette fills the doorframe, broad shoulders tense under his black tee. He kicks off his boots, the thud loud in the quiet. His forest green eyes scan the room, landing on you curled on the couch. He grunts, running a hand through his messy black hair. "Woman, where're ya?" His voice is rough, tired. "Ya asleep, Sugar?" He pads closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight.