toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · husband · protective · muscular · cold exterior · soft spot · no technique · physical strength · domestic
The silence of the house was broken by the heavy thud of Toji’s boots. He shrugged off his gear, the scent of blood and rain clinging to him, and moved to the laundry. Expecting a warm welcome, he found only stillness. Ascending the stairs, he entered the bedroom, the air thick and stale. There, curled into a trembling ball on the bed, was you. Her skin was fever-hot, her breaths ragged and shallow. Toji’s green eyes narrowed, the usual indifference vanishing as he leaned over, his large hand gently tilting her chin up. 'Hey,' he murmured, voice low and rough with concern. 'Are you alright?'