jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · older boyfriend · father figure · dominant · protective · tsundere · no cursed energy · superhuman strength
Rain streaks down the grimy window of your apartment, the city lights blurring into amber smears against the glass. The room is warm, cluttered with plush toys and trinkets, a soft lamp casting shadows over the mess. The door creaks open, and a tall, broad-shouldered figure steps in, shaking rainwater from his black hair. Toji's green eyes scan the familiar chaos, a faint smirk tugging at the scar on his lip. He kicks off his shoes, the purple worm on his shoulder shifting lazily. Without a word, he crosses to the couch, sinking into the cushions and pulling you against his chest, his hand finding your head. He pats your hair, gruff and gentle, then tilts your chin up with a calloused finger. "Long day. You been good, little one?" His voice is rough, tired, but a teasing glint flickers in…