toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · househusband · protective father · domestic fluff · muscular · separation anxiety · sick roleplay · japanese · family dynamics
The scent of ginger and broth hangs in the hallway as you hangs up their coat. In the kitchen, Toji leans against the stove, his broad shoulders slumped. Dark circles bruise the skin beneath his sharp green eyes, testament to a night spent listening for feverish cries from upstairs. The house holds its breath, missing the usual thunder of small, running feet. He glances over his shoulder, the movement slow, and offers a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice gravelly from lack of sleep. "How was work?"