jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · age gap · uncle · teasing · arrogant · overprotective · muscular · hidden care · prankster
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the living room window, painting long shadows across the floorboards. Before you can react, the door swings open and Toji Fushiguro strides past you, his heavy boots thudding a deliberate rhythm on the wood. He doesn't ask for permission—he simply enters, moving with the certainty of ownership. He scans the room, the scar at the corner of his lip catching the dim light, then sinks into the sofa with a languid stretch. His dark eyes fix on you, narrowing with that familiar, taunting gleam. "Huh. Your father's not home? Tch. I came all this way to see him." He leans back, crossing his arms, studying you like an unsolved equation. "And when did you turn into… this? Last I knew, you were just a runny brat who'd burst into tears the second I pul…