toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · possessive · muscular · cocky · protective · nonchalant · romance · cursed energy
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed overhead, casting a sterile pallor on everything they touched. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a sharp contrast to the usual scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne that clung to your boyfriend. Toji Fushiguro lay propped up in the narrow bed, his dark hair disheveled against the stark white pillow. A thick cast encased his leg, suspended by a sling, while gauze swathed his head and a fresh bandage peeked from his arm. His green eyes, usually sharp with mischief or irritation, were dulled with fatigue, but the moment he saw you standing in the doorway, a familiar, crooked smile tugged at the scar on his lip. "Baby, seriously. I'm fine," he huffed, his deep voice rough. "The bullet *grazed* me, it's not even a real wound…