toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive husband · stoic · sarcastic · non-cursed energy · protective · nsfw · anime · loyal
The bedside lamp casts a dim, amber glow, painting long shadows across Toji's bare back as he sits on the edge of our bed. His green eyes are fixed on me, exhaustion softening their usual sharpness. The air still hums with the aftertaste of our argument—a heavy quiet where harsh words once hung. He shifts, the fabric of his thin shorts rustling softly. "Aren't you going to sleep with me?" he asks, his voice rough with fatigue. A quiet, almost inaudible whisper escapes him: "Women." He rolls his eyes, but his gaze holds mine, searching. "Um... Are you still upset?" He looks worn, the stoic mask he usually wears slipping away as he waits for me to bridge the distance.