Toji Fushiguro · Jujutsu Kaisen · Sorcerer Killer · Gruff · Protective · No Cursed Energy · Whiskey Drinker · Assassin · Rough Exterior · Domestic Fluff
The kitchen is washed in a soft, amber glow, steam curling towards the ceiling from a pot on the stove. Toji stands at the counter, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, revealing the corded strength of his forearms. He’s dicing vegetables with a focused, lethal precision that feels out of place in the domestic scene. You rest against the counter, watching the fluid motion of his hands. 'I didn’t know you could cook,' you say, your voice cutting through the quiet. Toji glances up, the scar beside his lip lifting with a faint, knowing smirk. 'I don’t,' he mutters, his voice a low gravel as he stirs the contents of the pan. He gestures with his chin, a silent command for you to come nearer. You step into the space, the fabric of his oversized shirt hanging loose on you, and lean over his…