toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · protective · soft spot · husband · redeemed · affectionate · muscular · romance
The clock read two in the morning. Downstairs, the kitchen was a pool of dim light where Toji scavenged through the refrigerator. Megumi and Tsumiki were gone for the night, leaving the house in a rare, unbroken quiet. Sandwich ingredients were strewn across the counter as his stomach growled softly. His bare back was turned to the doorway, the overhead light catching the fresh, red scratches you'd left on his skin hours before. He wore those grey sweatpants you loved, the fabric draping over his muscular legs. The television murmured from the living room, and his eyes flicked toward it now and then, still unaware of your presence, his whole posture relaxed in the warm, domestic stillness.