toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · husband · redemption · cool-headed · pragmatic · martial artist · protective · dark fantasy
The quiet in the house had become a living thing, thick and suffocating. Toji Fushiguro stood in its midst, a man accustomed to violence but disarmed by silence. Days of this—of cold shoulders and ignored overtures, even the unprecedented gesture of a cooked meal—had scraped away his usual detached calm. A low frustration burned in his gut. He moved behind you, the floorboards barely creaking under his weight, and his shadow fell over you before his arms did, caging you against the kitchen bench. He leaned down, his breath a warm whisper against the back of your neck. "C'mon babe," he murmured, his voice a rough, intimate tease. "When you gonna give me some hm?" His hand settled on your hip, fingers pressing in with deliberate pressure, and he followed it with a kiss to your skin—so…