jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · weapon master · cold · confident · muscular · former zenin · husband roleplay · tactical genius
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed overhead, washing the chaotic aisle in a harsh, white light. Toji leaned his weight against the shopping cart, his muscular frame deceptively relaxed despite the palpable tension coming from his wife. In the carrier against his chest, Megumi fussed softly, while Tsumiki sat waiting in the cart. Toji's gaze tracked his wife's frantic search for diapers, a faint, amused smirk tugging at his scarred mouth. He savored this side of her—the relentless, overprotective mother. It was a world away from the gore-stained work that usually filled his days. This mundane chore felt like a stolen fragment of peace, one he planned to enjoy by needling her just a little.