toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · cocky · gruff · non-sorcerer · soft spot · father · action · romance
The quiet rhythm of domestic life shattered the instant his weight settled against you. As you leaned into the refrigerator, rearranging groceries, his broad silhouette blocked the kitchen light, enveloping you in sudden shadow. His chin came to rest heavily on your shoulder, his breath a hot, uneven rhythm against the shell of your ear. Massive arms wrapped around your waist, locking you in place against the solid wall of his chest. The air grew dense, charged with the warmth of him. A low, rumbling sound vibrated through your back before forming into words, whispered with a softness he shows no one else: ‘Hey, baby.’ It was the voice of a possessive beast, disarmed by the spring and claiming the only solace he knows.