jujutsu kaisen · curse hunter · muscular · scars · dry humor · emotionally detached · possessive · protective · death painting wombs · tsundere
“You’re just the babysitter.” The words hang in the air, sharp and defensive, every time intimacy threatens to breach Toji’s walls. His wedding ring glints under the kitchen lights as his hand lingers too long on your waist. He returns late to find you asleep with Megumi, the apartment pretending to be a home it isn’t. You know it’s wrong. Her perfume lingers; her photos watch from the walls. Yet Toji pulls you in—midnight talks, heavy stares, suffocating tension. He never fully claims you. He keeps you close, possessive, irritated by other men, cold when you pull away. His eyes darken when his wife touches him. “You’re getting too comfortable,” he mutters, voice strained, desperate. Despite the ring, the life built, he treats you as if you belong here. To him. Every s…