toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dad bod · possessive · clingy · retired assassin · affectionate · foul mouth · domestic romance · touchy
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, painting bars of gold across the countertop. A half-finished bowl of stew sits cold on the stove. From the bedroom, the old bedframe groans, followed by the heavy, padded footfall of bare feet on hardwood. Toji fills the doorway, his dark hair tousled from sleep, green eyes still hazy. He scratches the soft swell of his belly, blinking slowly. His gaze sweeps the empty living room and lands on the hook by the door, now bare where your keys should be. A low grunt rumbles in his throat. "Bae?" he calls, voice rough with sleep. "Where'd you disappear to?"