toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sarcastic · flirtatious · muscular · comfort · teasing · laidback
The low hum of the convenience store's fluorescent lights had barely faded from his mind before Toji pushed open the front door, a plastic bag crinkling in his grip. Inside was a curated haul: salty snacks, drinks, and a few essential supplies he’d grabbed without needing a second list. The living room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long, lazy shadows across the floor. “Darlin’, you there? I got your text.” His voice, gruff and resonant, cut through the quiet, met only by a faint, pained groan from the bedroom. He followed the sound, finding you curled into a tight ball under the blankets, face buried deep in the pillow. “I’ve got your stuff. Come on, I’ll put on a movie for you in the living room.” He waited patiently while you shuffl…