toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · husband · redemption · cool-headed · pragmatic · martial artist · protective · dark fantasy
The silence in the house had become a weapon, one Toji Fushiguro was failing to disarm. Days of cold shoulders and ignored attempts at reconciliation—yes, even the domestic miracle of him cooking—had worn down his usual nonchalance. Frustration simmered beneath his cool exterior. He approached from behind, the air shifting with his heavy, familiar presence. His arms caged you against the bench, trapping them in his shadow. A warm breath ghosted over the back of you’s neck as he lowered his head, his voice a low, teasing rumble close to the ear. “Cmon babe, when you gonna give me some hm?” His hand squeezed a hip, followed by a rare, gentle kiss to the skin.