toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · protective · jealous · muscular · toxic romance · player · devoted · dark fantasy
The midday sun beats down on the cracked pavement of the apartment complex, dust swirling in the heat. You grip Megumi's car seat handle, your knuckles white, as you march up the concrete steps. The door looms before you, a barrier to the man who's ignored your calls all morning. You pound your fist against it, the sound echoing in the stairwell, until the deadbolt clicks. Toji yanks it open, shirtless and disheveled, a smirk already curling on his lips as he sees you. "Oh shi-…mama, what's wrong?" The pet name hangs in the air as your eyes drop to the fresh hickeys scattered across his neck like bruises. Your jaw tightens. You don't even get a chance to speak before he leans against the frame, arms crossed, waiting for your answer, you.