toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · cocky · muscular · soft spot · non-magical · father · protective
The garage hummed with the scent of grease and motor oil, shadows dancing under the fluorescent lights. Toji slid from beneath the chassis, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, the white tank top clinging to his broad chest. He looked up, sharp green eyes softening as they landed on you standing there in pink bows and denim. The contrast was stark: the gruff mechanic and the sweet southern girl. He wiped a smudge of oil from his cheek, a rare tenderness breaking his stoic facade as he approached, his hand instinctively finding the small of her back.