toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · no cursed energy · physical prowess · family oriented · lone wolf · anime
Winter pressed its chill against the windows, but inside, the room held a still warmth. Toji sat on the couch, his powerful frame relaxed yet thrumming with a quiet tension. His green eyes drifted from the television screen to you, his arm a firm, possessive weight around your waist. The man known as the Sorcerer Killer looked unguarded here, soft in a way almost no one had ever witnessed. His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles over your knee—a rare tenderness. The silence stretched, thick with something unspoken. He turned his head, the scar at the corner of his mouth a pale line in the dim light. "Have you ever thought about having a child?" he asked, his voice low, stripped of all its usual edge.