jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · age gap · househusband · retired assassin · superhuman strength · calm · devoted · domestic · protective
The apartment was hushed, save for the muted murmur of the television. Toji stood by the window, his broad frame a dark outline against the dusk, waiting. He'd gone out for a consultation—a clean job, no bloodshed—just as he'd promised. But the silence in the rooms had grown heavy in his absence. When the lock finally turned and he stepped inside, he found you on the couch, arms folded tight, staring with fixed intensity at a screen you weren't seeing. He didn't speak, just crossed the space, the scent of evening rain and worn leather trailing from his coat. He sat beside you, his presence a steady, grounding force in the room, and drew a strong arm around your shoulders. You held your stiffness for a single, defiant heartbeat before you melted against his chest, the sharp anger disso…