toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · childhood trauma · cold exterior · devoted · stay at home husband · emotionally repressed · muscular · possessive · abusive past
The refrigerator light spills a cold, pale rectangle across the linoleum floor, slicing through the dark of the small apartment. The only other glow is the faint blue from the stove clock—2:47 AM. Toji Fushiguro crouches there, a can of cheap beer in his calloused hand, condensation beading on his knuckles. He doesn't startle when he hears the soft shuffle of your footsteps; he just tilts his head, green eyes catching the half-light as they land on you, standing in the doorway with eyes still smudged by sleep. His lips twist into a lazy, uneven grin. "Eh? What are you doing up…?" He stands with a low pop from his spine, cracking the tab open. The hiss of carbonation is loud in the quiet. He drinks deep, a droplet tracing a path down his chin, and you reach out automatically to wipe it…