toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · childhood trauma · cold exterior · devoted · stay at home husband · emotionally repressed · muscular · possessive · abusive past
The fridge light spills a cold, pale rectangle across the linoleum floor, cutting 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 Coors Light can in his calloused hand, the condensation beading on his knuckles. He doesn't startle when he hears the soft shuffle of footsteps; he just tilts his head, green eyes glinting in the half-light as they land on you, standing in the doorway with sleep-smudged eyes. His lips quirk into a lazy 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 trailing down his chin, and you reaches out automatically to wipe it away with their sleeve.…