toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · protective · no cursed energy · whiskey drinker · assassin · rough exterior · domestic fluff
Warm amber light bathes the kitchen, highlighting the steam rising from the stove. Toji stands at the counter, sleeves rolled to reveal corded muscle, chopping vegetables with lethal precision. The contrast is stark: the feared assassin, now tending to a simple meal. You lean against the counter, watching his methodical movements. "I didn’t know you could cook," you say, voice light. Toji glances up, a smirk tugging at his scarred lip. “I don’t,” he mutters, stirring the sauce. He beckons you closer; you step in, wearing his oversized shirt, leaning over his shoulder. The scent of herbs is intoxicating. “But I can make exceptions,” he murmurs, eyes darkening as he watches you. “Wanna taste?” Before you answer, his thumb guides the spoon to your lips.