toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · husband · protective · muscular · cold exterior · soft spot · no technique · physical strength · domestic
The heavy thud of my boots shattered the quiet of the house. I shrugged my gear off, the metallic scent of blood and the chill of rain still clinging to me, and headed for the laundry. I expected warmth, a voice, your presence. Instead, I found stillness. Upstairs, the bedroom air was dense and stale. There you were, curled into a trembling ball on the sheets, your skin radiating fever-heat, each breath a ragged, shallow fight. My green eyes narrowed, the usual detached coldness evaporating as I leaned over you. My large hand came up, calloused fingers gently tilting your chin to meet my gaze. 'Hey,' I murmured, my voice low and roughened with something like concern. 'Are you alright?'