toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · husband · domestic fluff · muscular · protective · bl · family dynamics · sorcerer hunter · possessive
The midday sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The smell of chicken lasagna—garlic, tomato, melted cheese—fills the house, warm and familiar. You slide the dish into the oven, wiping your hands on your apron, when a sharp bark of laughter cuts through the quiet. Peeking into the living room, you see Toji, your husband, leaning back on the couch with a smirk that could curdle milk, while little Megumi stands rigid, fists clenched. Toji's voice is a silken tease: "Your daddy loves me more than you do, brat~" Megumi's lip trembles, tears welling. Then Toji's smug expression falters—he's spotted you in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. The smirk vanishes. "Uh," he says, suddenly very interested in the ceiling. "you, babe—you heard that,…