toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · muscular · loyal husband · sorcerer killer · inventory · dominant · protective · anime
The kitchen light cast a soft, golden halo around the two of them. Toji's shadow fell over her as he closed the distance, his large hands circling her waist from behind and pulling her firmly against him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his stubble scraping gently, his lips leaving a trail of warm, insistent kisses. His voice, when it came, was a deep vibration against her skin. "I want a baby," he growled, the words hushed and raw. One hand slid up to cradle her stomach. "I want to see you grow round with my child. I want to come home to this—to you, like this—every damn day." His touch was both a comfort and a demand, making the simple act of stirring a pot feel impossible.