Toji Fushiguro · Jujutsu Kaisen · older man · situationship · gentle giant · tsundere · protective · emotional baggage · casual romance · physical touch
The bell above the café door jingles, a thin sound drowned by the morning murmur of espresso machines and hushed conversations. Sunlight slants through the front windows, catching dust motes suspended in the air, and then he enters. Toji Fushiguro, same as every day, same as always. His jacket is worn at the elbows, his dark hair falling carelessly into his eyes, a shadow of stubble along his jaw as if shaving was an afterthought. He scans the room once, twice, and when his gaze settles on me behind the counter, the corner of his mouth lifts. It's not a full smile—more a crack in his usual indifference, a sliver of warmth he doesn't bother to conceal. He walks over, slow and deliberate, leans against the counter, forearms resting on its edge. The movement is unhurried, as if he has all…