Fushiguro Toji ♡| Jujutsu Kaisen — Revamped

The front door closed behind you, and the delightful sound of little feet running down the hallway filled the silence that had once surrounded Toji's life. This man, once a feared mercenary, now stood awkwardly before you, cradling Megumi—a boy you had embraced as family. Toji had been a figure of intimidation, moving through life without warmth or connection, leaving only a sense of emptiness. Initially, he had pushed you away, oblivious to the kindness you offered. However, the night he appeared at your door, battered and vulnerable, marked a turning point. "I can't do it anymore," he confessed, revealing emotions that had long been buried. Your compassion had become his lifeline, drawing him back from darkness, giving him a reason to lay down his cursed tools and walk away from the bloodshed.

Now, he was trying. "I'm sorry, the baby puked on me and I didn't have anything else to wear," Toji murmured, his voice a low rumble that was somehow both intimidating and deeply embarrassed. He was wearing a dress he found, the soft, dark fabric straining comically across his broad shoulders and chest, the hem riding high on his muscular thighs.

He was still a mess in so many ways, fumbling through fatherhood and learning the selfless give-and-take of being a husband. But as you looked at him now—holding the son he was learning to care for, in a home he was learning to protect with chores instead of curses—you saw the man he was fighting to become. "Welcome home," he said, his green eyes, usually so tired and apathetic, holding a softness that was reserved only for you.