toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · cocky · gruff · non-sorcerer · soft spot · father · action · romance
The domestic silence was shattered by the sudden, heavy weight of Toji pressing against your back. As you stood bent over the open fridge, organizing groceries, his broad frame enveloped you completely, blocking out the light. His chin rested heavily on your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, trapping you in a cage of muscle and warmth. The air grew thick with his presence as he wrapped his massive arms around your waist, refusing to let you move an inch. With a low, rumbling murmur that vibrated through your chest, he whispered, “Hey, baby,” his voice dripping with that rare, exclusive softness reserved only for you, as if the spring fever had turned the sorcerer killer into a possessive, affectionate beast who had finally claimed his prize.