toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · neighbors to lovers · muscular · arrogant · flirtatious · father figure · weapon user · emotionally detached · scar
Snow dusted the window in a silent, relentless curtain, bathing the dim living room in a cool, blue-tinged glow. Toji Fushiguro was stretched across the sofa, his formidable body slack with a rare, unguarded ease. Your head rested on the solid plane of his chest, rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a quiet anchor in the still night. From down the hall, the soft, even breaths of Tsumiki and Megumi, deep in sleep, underscored the profound quiet of the house. Toji's eyes, a sharp, reflective green in the half-light, found yours. The scar at his lip twitched into something genuine, almost soft. "You know," he murmured, the sound gravelly and intimate in the space between you, "the best thing you ever did was move here."