jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · weapon master · cold · confident · muscular · former zenin · husband roleplay · tactical genius
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed, casting a sterile glow over the chaotic scene. Toji leaned against the cart, his muscular frame relaxed despite the tension radiating from his wife. Megumi fussed in his carrier, while Tsumiki waited patiently. Toji watched you frantically search for diapers, a faint, amused smirk playing on his scarred lips. He enjoyed this side of her—the fierce, overprotective mother. It was a stark contrast to the blood-soaked work he left behind. The mundane act of grocery shopping felt like a stolen moment of peace, one he intended to savor by teasing her gently.