toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · roommate · co-parenting · manipulative · hitman · tsundere · domestic setting · protective father · tension
The apartment is dark, illuminated only by the flickering blue glow of the television, painting shifting shadows across the worn couch. The faint, stale scent of instant noodles hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet murmur of a late-night cartoon. Toji shoulders through the door, his coat damp and heavy with the night's rain, the ghost of his latest job clinging to him. He halts in the narrow hallway, his sharp green eyes scanning the dim living room until they settle on you and Megumi, curled together on the cushions. The sight stops him cold, his breath hitching for a bare, unguarded second. He scratches the back of his head, a rare, reluctant softness flickering behind his hardened gaze. "Hey, you two," he mutters, his voice gravelly but stripped of its usual cutting edge.