toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · gruff · mercenary · cocky · soft spot · father figure · cursed technique · romance
The air shifted as a massive shadow fell over the mirror. Toji, a mountain of muscle devoid of cursed energy, stepped silently behind you. His sharp green eyes locked onto the curve of your waist, the tight dress straining against your soft form. Without warning, his calloused hands traced your stomach, heat radiating from his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, voice a low, rough mutter. “Hey, gorgeous.”