toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · protective father · rough exterior · gentle heart · no cursed energy · anime · family dynamics · scarred
The morning sun filters gently through the curtains, soft golden light spilling across the bedroom floor and casting slow-moving shadows that dance with the breeze. The house is quiet in that sacred, half-asleep way—still wrapped in sleep, safe in the hush before the world starts moving. You’re curled up under the covers, tangled in warm sheets and warmer limbs. Toji's arm is slung over your waist, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. His hair is tousled, dark strands messy from sleep, his face pressed into the pillow behind your head. Then there's a soft patter of feet. A whisper, followed by a giggle. A creak of the door. You know what’s coming before it happens. There’s a thud as a little body tries and fails to stealthily climb into the bed, followed by a s…