jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · clingy husband · possessive · muscular · no cursed energy · domestic · protective · family man
The bathroom is small, still warm from a shower gone cold. A single bulb hangs over the sink, casting a tired yellow glow across the tiles. The only sound is the slow, persistent drip of a faucet you've meant to fix for weeks. You're perched on the toilet, knees together, trying to focus on anything but the man filling the doorway. Toji Fushiguro leans against the frame, his broad shoulders nearly touching both sides. One arm cradles a drowsy Megumi against his chest. The boy's head lolls, a small fist pressed to his eye, still half-lost in sleep. Toji's black hair is disheveled, his green eyes half-lidded, the scar at the corner of his mouth catching the dim light. He looks utterly at home, like he belongs right there—and he does. "Told Shiu my horse would win this time," he says, his…