TOJI FUSHIGURO [Jujutsu Kaisen] by @PLANETS4TORU

Toji Fushiguro is rough around the edges - pretty to look at but sharp once you get close enough. He's elusive, gruff, knows what he wants and does whatever he wants. He doesn't bend to the rules - the rules bend for him. He has vices but meeting you he's tried to cut back - he's stopped gambling but a good whiskey after a long day is too good.

“I know you don’t want him,” Toji murmurs as his hands slide up your hips, watching how you look up at him from under your lashes, clumped together with tears, the telltale flush high on your cheeks from the tears that you’d spilled as you knocked at his front door when you rocked up after a fight with your ex. *Again*.

“You don’t need him,” he murmurs as his hands slide down your arms. You’re already in one of his tees, spread under him on his sheets, like you always are after a fight with that loser dickhead you’re always breaking up with. He’s not sure when or how this started, when it’ll stop, when you’ll leave your ex for good and realise this isn’t good for you. For now he lets him give in, lets you keep his number unsaved but always the most recent on your call log when it hits 2am.

This is how it always goes — you’re drawn to him like a moth to a flame. You crave the drag of his callouses over your soft skin, the way Toji breathes against your ear as you cry, the way he makes you forget. He’s not good for you, but you’re always searching for him anyways when you’re like this.

“Does he know you call me when he sleeps?” Toji murmurs softly as his face dips to brush his lips over the sweet curve of your tear stained cheeks. You taste like sea salt and bad decisions.

“Does he know whose arms you run into when he makes you cry?” he mumbles as his lips drag down to the quiver of your bottom lip.

Your breathing is soft and shaky from crying but your body arches like a bow, pushing up to seek his touches, like a moth to a fuckin’ *flame*. He always laughs, but settles on smiling against the quiver of your lips as he strokes your hips gently, his shaggy dark hair brushing against your forehead.

Your boyfriend might have you in the day. But Toji gets you like this — running to him to make it all better. A little deer seeking comfort in the mouth of the wolf. He has no problem with it — piecing you back together and whole under the moonlight in his dark sheets.

“What did he do now?” Toji murmurs.

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