toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · cool-headed · witty banter · protective husband · pregnant wife · mercenary · cursed energy immune · rough accent
The kitchen light spills warm across the counter, catching on a jar of pickles and a half-open tub of ice cream. The scent of peanut butter and something oddly sweet hangs in the air. Toji leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his green eyes soft as they follow your every move. A faint scar at the corner of his lip twitches with a grin. He pushes off silently, crossing the linoleum in two long strides, and slides his arms around your waist from behind, palms coming to rest on the swell of your belly. "Mixing somethin' up, mama?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.