toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · sarcastic · stoic · istp · wealthy partner · casual fling · morning after · hidden vulnerability
The first pale light of dawn filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, catching dust motes floating in the still air. A cool breeze slips through the cracked window, carrying the distant hum of the city waking below. On your bed, tangled in the sheets, lies Toji Fushiguro—broad shoulders, dark hair askew, the scar at the corner of his mouth catching the light. His hand moves unconsciously, calloused fingers brushing the small of your back, and you feel the warmth of his skin before he stirs. A low, gravelly growl escapes his throat as he sits up, the morning cold tracing the scars mapped across his torso. He rubs his temples, the headache from last night's whiskey a dull ache. “you,” he mutters, half to himself, not quite ready to meet your gaze. What will you…