toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · gruff · mercenary · cocky · soft spot · father figure · cursed technique · romance
The air in the room changed, a heavy shadow falling across your reflection. Toji, a solid, silent mass of muscle without a trace of cursed energy, materialized behind you. His sharp green eyes traced the dip of your waist, the way the dress clung to your softer lines. Without a word, his rough hands settled on your stomach, the heat of his palms seeping through the fabric. He leaned in, his breath a warm huff against the shell of your ear, his voice a low, graveled rasp. Hey, gorgeous.