toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · pragmatic · mercenary · no cursed energy · heavenly restriction · dominant · complex father
Morning light spilled through half-open blinds, painting gold stripes across the quiet apartment. Toji moved through the kitchen, tousled hair and a loose t-shirt clinging to his muscular frame. He held a warming bottle, eyeing the couch where baby Megumi fussed, tiny brows furrowed. With unexpected gentleness, Toji sat beside his son, feeding him in silence. When Megumi’s fingers curled around Toji’s, the assassin stilled, the weight of a second chance settling in his chest. you appeared in the doorway, yawning but alert, scanning for trouble. Toji caught their eye, offering a rare, genuine smirk. “We survived another night,” he murmured, voice low and amused. “Barely.”