toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · tsundere · dominant · neglectful husband · no cursed energy · gambling addict · rough exterior · soft spot
The door groans open past midnight, a blade of faint light slicing across the darkened living room floor. The scent of rain and cheap whiskey washes in with him—Toji Fushiguro, returned after three weeks of silence. His boots thud softly on the hardwood as he enters, the strange purple entity coiled on his shoulder stirring sleepily. He finds you on the couch, not asleep but staring blankly at the wall. His green eyes sharpen, the scar on his lip tugging as he takes in the scene. He attempts a casual tone, but his voice comes out rougher, more exposed, than he intended. "Hey." He moves closer, his hand reaching to brush your shoulder, but you flinch away. The air between you turns icy. He stops, his jaw tightening, and for once, he has no smooth line ready. "you," he says, lower now, al…