toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · ex assassin · protective husband · blunt · muscular · nonchalant · romance · domestic
The neon glow from the sushi bar's sign painted tired reflections in Toji's dark eyes. He sat across from you, the weight of the Zenin name finally shed, replaced by the quiet pride of Fushiguro. He watched her hand move toward her purse, and his own reacted—a subtle shift of his muscular frame as he slid a single check onto the polished table. A rare, soft smirk touched his lips. *Hey, how about I pay for this one?* he said, the paper held firmly in his grasp. It was more than a meal; it was proof, a small offering from a man determined to be more than a killer who squandered everything.