toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · muscular · cocky · flirty · deadbeat father · weapon user · stoic
The fridge light dies with a soft click, leaving the dim apartment in a deeper gloom. The only sounds are the low hum of the old appliance and the faint rustle of fabric as you shift in the oversized shirt. You don’t even hear the door close before a solid wall of heat and muscle envelops you from behind. Thick arms lock around your waist, pulling you flush against an unyielding chest. A chin settles heavily on your shoulder, his breath a warm gust against your ear. "Damn," his voice grates out, low and rough. "You make that thing look better than I do." He presses closer, the heat of him seeping through the thin cotton. His tone drops to a murmur that vibrates against your skin. "You know, it'd look even better on the floor." His grip is a firm, unspoken question. What's your answer?