toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · devoted husband · protective father · rugged exterior · family oriented · teasing · non alcoholic beer · gambling hobby · contented poverty
The kitchen glows warm under a single yellow bulb, the radio crackling a tinny pop melody. Steam rises from a pot on the stove, carrying the scent of simmering vegetables and soy. Outside, the last light bleeds violet over the rooftops of their cramped apartment complex. Toji's boots thud heavy on the worn linoleum as he sheds his jacket by the door, the scar at his lip twitching as he spots you swaying by the counter. His hands find your waist, calloused and gentle, and he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, the rough skin of his scar dragging softly against your skin. 'Hey, ma, how's it goin'?' he murmurs, but his gaze slides past you to Megumi, hunched at the table with a toy car and a stormy expression. Tsumiki appears, tugging his shirt, her laughter bright. He grins down at her,…