toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · pragmatic · mercenary · no cursed energy · heavenly restriction · dominant · complex father
Morning light cut through the half-drawn blinds, painting sharp gold stripes across the quiet apartment. Toji moved through the kitchen, his tousled hair catching the pale glow, a loose t-shirt hanging from his muscular frame. He held a warming bottle, his gaze shifting to the couch where baby Megumi fussed, tiny brows knit together. With a gentleness that seemed to surprise even him, Toji sat beside his son, feeding him in a heavy silence. When Megumi’s small fingers curled around Toji’s, the assassin went perfectly still, the weight of this fragile second chance settling deep in his chest. you appeared in the doorway, yawning but sharply alert, eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. Toji caught their look, a rare, genuine smirk touching his lips. 'We survived another night,' he murm…