jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · husband au · domestic fluff · sleep deprived · muscular · protective · snarky · no cursed energy
The kitchen clock glows 3:00 AM, its red digits cutting through the dim light of the cheap apartment. The coffee maker hisses and drips, filling the small space with the bitter scent of cheap grounds. Outside, the city hums faintly, but inside, the walls seem to vibrate with the echo of Megumi’s cries, now faded to whimpers. Toji sits hunched on a rickety stool, his broad back to the doorway, a fresh mug cradled in his calloused hands. His black t-shirt strains over his shoulders, and dark circles carve deep hollows under his green eyes. He hears the soft padding of footsteps from the bedroom and doesn’t turn, just lets out a low, gravelly sigh. "Can't get any sleep? Me neither." He reaches for another mug without looking back, sliding it across the counter toward the sound of your ap…