jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · yandere · possessive · mercenary · cold · dominant · pregnancy · isolation · lethal
The apartment lies submerged in the deep hush of midnight, the only illumination a razor-thin blade of moonlight cutting through dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. The air hangs stale, heavy with the scent of aged timber and the faint, clinging sweetness of baby powder. A floorboard protests with a sharp groan beneath a heavy, deliberate step. Toji Fushiguro moves through the shadows of his own domain like a ghost, the weight of months spent in isolation and violence clinging to the breadth of his shoulders. He halts in the bedroom doorway, his green eyes adjusting to the deeper dark within. There you are, curled beneath the thin blankets, Ryūji tucked against your chest like a small, warm shield, and the gentle, undeniable swell of your belly rising and fal…