toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · sarcastic · loyal · pregnant · bounty hunter · dangerous · gambling · father figure
The fluorescent lights above buzzed a steady, sterile hum, washing the grocery aisles in a pale glow. The air carried a faint blend of overripe produce and industrial cleaner. Toji stood a few paces ahead, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the shelves of canned goods. Little Megumi was latched onto his leg, small fists bunched in his father's pants, a stubborn scowl on his face. You were laden with bags, one hand resting against the swell of your stomach. He turned, and his green-blue eyes softened as they found you. Shifting Megumi to one arm, he reached out. "You alright, darling? Need me to take those bags?"