#fushiguro.toji

[lovenona]

raft of the medusa

synopsis; even in death, the body remembers. or – part nine of the odyssey, a jujutsu kaisen cinematic universe 

word count; 21.0k

contains; MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (via painful self-sacrifice), explicit descriptions of violence + blood + gore, a lot of combat, heavy angst with no happy end in sight, break with reality, depictions of trauma, multiple injuries, lots of dead things, horror, unstable narrative, drowning, choking, stabbing, murder (mainly of curses but also other things), multiple attempted murders on pretty much everyone present, heartbreak and loss, lots of curses everywhere, manipulation, really really sad and made me and my bestie cry, this is a very dark and very heavy installment so please please please proceed with appropriate caution 

it was in the pub one night. the other sailors – they had forgotten everything, drowned deep in sorrow, liquor, beer, heads hot against the table: and you were waiting, restless, until he found you–

no.

you found him, green eyes reflected off a cavern wall, elusive, fragmented, ghost in the haze, broad limbs of space and story. hands raised in two beams of moonlight and a bolt of lightning: toji. a name he didn’t offer to anyone. toji. syllables which sounded like smoke – you remembered that. 

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#sukuna x reader #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #this is. this is the odyssey #this is where we were going . and now it's here. thank u all for coming on this journey with me #the odyssey! #ryomen.sukuna #fushiguro.toji #happy soft toji sunday LMAO #tw death #tw murder #tw violence

[lovenona]

Toji "fuck them kids" Fushiguro

for the longest time, toji didn’t ever think he’d want kids. 

they were a nuisance to him – too needy, too noisy, always crying and babbling on in some child-speak he couldn’t understand. it made him uncomfortable to interact with them. he’d look at parents hugging their children in the park with an empty, apathetic feeling in his belly: what made parents feel that way? who’d ever give up everything for some kid? 

and then he found himself in the midst of a family. tsumiki and megumi on the living room floor, toys scattered across the carpet – half-eaten breakfasts and my neighbor totoro on repeat – these things became commonplace to him, expected, even, to the point where he worried megumi was sick if he wanted to watch something else instead. 

he didn’t know how he’d gotten here, but he knew somehow that he didn’t want to leave. he liked showing tsumiki how to build legos. he liked when megumi looked at him with wide eyes and asked for a ride on the freshly-washed motorcycle. and, believe it or not, he didn’t mind sacrificing a raunchy night on the town for a glass of hot chocolate (tsumiki’s specialty) and another rerun of kiki’s delivery service while megumi fell asleep in his lap.

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

pst been a while since i contributed to sts but -

toji shopping with u and looking a lil baby shoes that look like big shoes shrunken down. not outright saying they're cute or anything like that but just holding a little sneaker in his hand for a while before putting it back ;;

he’s been looking at the doc martens for a considerably long time.

he won’t say anything about it – neither will you or the salesperson or the pregnant mom who’d like to take a look at them – but he’s been cradling the baby boot in his hand for upwards of fifteen minutes. it’s just so goddamn small in his hands, like a little butterfly in his palm. who the fuck makes boots this tiny? what foolish parent would even spend that much on a designer shoe their baby will grow out of in weeks?

(he would. he would do it. would buy it without question and tell everyone else to shut the fuck up about it.) 

what about converse, laces that would barely make it around his wrist? for fuck’s sake, he saw itadori jin wearing the adult version of those adidas just the other day. it’s silly. it’s lame. a baby doesn’t need big-shoes-turned small. a baby shouldn’t even be this fucking little. 

he puts the boot back down. he takes a picture – just one – and saves it to his phone.

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

Oh my goodness, do the Fushiguros host any holiday parties? Or does that title belong to the Itadoris

you’d be lucky to get toji to host anything besides a lazy summer barbecue – it’s not just that he hates decorating and planning things (although certainly not something he loves), but also that he wants to be able to go home whenever he pleases. the thing about hosting parties is that toji can’t put on his pajamas to sit on the couch and watch sports whenever he’s tired of socializing with people. he’ll mingle for a few hours, sure, but there comes a point when he wishes all the guests would disappear and get out of his house before he threatens to make them. 

so holiday parties – the big, glamorous, overly decorated parties – those go to the itadoris, and toji doesn’t even care about it. he drinks all of the beer in itadori jin’s carefully curated cooler and even monitors the ham in the oven. he’ll loudly ask how long did it even take to put these decorations up, jin, with the teasing grin of sucks that you’ll have to take these down, too. he’s paid in alcohol to dress up as the gruffest santa claus who ever lived and tells yuuji and megumi and tsumiki that they’ll all get coal for christmas if they keep hanging onto his legs. 

he doesn’t mind any of it, really, because at 11pm when he’s tired of being the world’s most sardonic santa, all he has to do is walk back across the street to his blissfully empty house. 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

For sts. How will the Fushiguros react to one of their kids dating for the first time?

"a date?" toji raises an eyebrow over the outdoorsman's magazine he's reading. "you serious?"

megumi shifts lamely on his feet, the tips of his ears hot enough to fry an egg, his cheeks burning with indignation. "yes. so can i borrow the car?"

toji holds his son's embarrassed gaze. "you don't even have a license."

"but we've practiced–" megumi's voice curls in desperation.

toji can't help but grin that god-awful, self-righteous, insufferable dad grin as he watches megumi melt into a puddle of teenage humiliation. "is this because you don't want me to pick up you and your date? am i really that uncool?"

"dad–"

"man, and here i was thinking that we'd get to bond or something now that you're older. are you really that ashamed of me?" toji feigns deep sincerity, letting go of the magazine to clutch his hand to his chest. "i'm wounded."

megumi huffs dramatically. "oh my god. fine. i'll fucking walk there, and then we'll never make it to the restaurant, and then they'll break up with me, and then i'll die alone, and it'll all be because my dad didn't let me borrow the car for two hours."

toji rolls his eyes. "fine. who is it, anyway?"

megumi looks away nervously, hot as the sun when he replies, so quiet that toji barely hears it, "....just yuuji."

#happy soft toji sunday :) #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

Oooooooo I got one for sts! Toji and his beloved buying and moving into a house for the first time!

toji insisted that he didn’t care too much about whatever house you wanted to buy. as a man who had lived most of his life in a one-bedroom apartment with a foldable lawn chair and a case of beer, it didn’t seem very important to him if the kitchen had an island or if the patio had enough room for a dining set. 

what does it matter? he said. i'd live in a cave. it’s what you want. 

so why, pray tell, is he now standing in the half-empty living room agonizing over the placement of his brand-new armchair? does he want it by the window? the fireplace? where’s the tv going to go? what if he puts everything in the wrong spot and watching sports becomes an absolute chore? and, oh god, he doesn’t have any paintings for his Man Cave. and the cabinets in the kitchen are awful, even he could remodel them–

toji dismisses the movers. he could never trust them on a project like this, not when the house is perfect but not perfect enough. he’s on his way to the hardware store before anyone can blink twice about it. if you’d managed to ask, he might have said i could do a better job than this shit. 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

Happy sts!! Thinking of megumi bringing his parents for introduce your parents day at school (idk what theyre called srry)

“this is my dad,” megumi, 7, states plainly. “he used to kill people.”  “no i didn’t,” toji says, biting back a few swear words and sighing with deep, unrelenting exasperation. he feels a classroom full of children’s eyes on him and wants to die a little. “megumi, i’m a firefighter.” 

“he rides a cool motorcycle with no helmet,” megumi continues, either unaware of his father’s complaints or entirely dismissive of them. “my mom says that’s dangerous, but it looks very cool.” 

now toji feels the teacher’s gaze burning a hole into the side of his head. clenching his jaw and forcing a smile, he interrupts to lie responsibly, “megumi, of course i wear a helmet–” 

“he also has a giant pet snake we keep in the backyard.” megumi nods solemnly. “he got it when he used to kill people.” 

“megumi, for the fifth time, i am a firefighter–” 

“why did you kill people?” a girl with glasses in the third row raises her hand. “are you an assassin?”

“no,” toji repeats. “i never did that.” he looks sternly at megumi, who simply does not care. 

“are you like a bounty hunter?” some boy asks from the back of the room. 

“i'm a firefighter,” toji repeats, but it doesn’t matter: every kid and their dog starts berating him with questions about a career he insists did not happen, and the teacher is adding him to a running list of Worst Parents Alive, and toji decides he will never go to Meet the Parent Day again. 

(he does. with tsumiki. next year.) 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

For stsundaaaaaaay. What will the Fushiguros do for toji's birthday? Are they capable of surprising him?

“shhh.” toji hears megumi’s voice from down the hall. “he’s home. everybody be quiet!” 

toji stifles a grin. he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t seen it coming – megumi’s and tsumiki’s fervent glances his way all week, the ingredients to his favorite dinner piling up in the kitchen, the way conversations would cease or suspiciously change direction whenever he walked into the room.

it happened like this every year. tsumiki and megumi would be adamant on finally surprising him, picking out every gift (usually new tools, a flannel, a big piece of meat, an obnoxious mug, a video game) with painstaking concentration while you merely stood by and cooked up the birthday meal. but the problem with two kids planning a surprise party was that they could never be very secretive about it: toji could usually tell by their weird behavior they were planning something. or by the way yuuji would sometimes ask him when the surprise birthday party was. or by the way you double checked with him whether he had any other ideas he wanted to do. 

but today, just like every year, toji pretends he doesn’t know anything. when he walks into the kitchen, he acts shocked to see it all, completely impressed and so blown away that everyone remembered his birthday and managed to keep it under wraps. and with the way tsumiki and megumi grin like they’ve won a nobel prize, toji thinks it’s worth it. 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

Aahhhh okay I must admit Toji is not one that usually crosses my mind but I’m very intrigued by soft Toji 👀

Does he prefer lazy days around the house, maybe just doing a couple little tasks here and there but otherwise relaxing?

Or does he plan an outing for the family to the water park or museum, something they can all enjoy together and make some memories?

toji’s natural state of being is resting – napping, sitting, f*cking, and/or vibing are just a few of toji’s favorite activities. if left to his own devices, he would probably spend most of the day on the porch with a well-chosen beer, thinking about the yard work he’d like to do or the car he wants to fix for about three hours before he finally gathers the courage to do it. he’s that guy who loves to sit out and look at the grill, or hit up the gym before he sits quietly for four hours, or lie in bed all day and make you cuddle there too. 

however, a lot of those hobbies change after toji has kids. yeah, he still cherishes his Sunday Afternoon Sitting Time, but he’s also on a mission to give his kids the ideal childhood experience his family never afforded him. thus begins toji’s great (and questionable) weekend family outings: they’ll be at the park, where tsumiki climbs a tree and refuses to come down, or at the science museum, where megumi is scared of the bug exhibits but loves the gift shop. a favorite of toji’s is the aquarium so that he can show megumi the sharks and tsumiki can stare at jellyfish before everyone goes to touch a stingray.

he’ll do almost any activity that sounds like it could be entertaining. toji loses his kids at the amusement park, megumi cries at the movie theater, and tsumiki wants to join the horses at the petting zoo. and while he sometimes misses being able to sit and do nothing all day, toji figures that the copious amounts of embarrassing photos in the family photo album will make up for it.

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

For sts, there's no way anyone from Toji's past would find him now, right? He's been so careful, and he enjoys the life he has now with his beloved and children. But, would the anxiety still be in the back of his mind?

What if, y'know?

toji is a careful man. he adopted the fushiguro name; he never shared his new address; he destroyed his phone and threw the pieces into the river and bought a new one just so no one from the past could ever call him. if someone from the old days wanted to find fushiguro toji, they’d have to look hard – and no one would ever even begin to suspect that he’d be the lame guy at the park with his children. 

but toji worries. years later, he still tenses at the grocery store when he catches a glimpse of someone who looks like his old employer. when little megumi and tsumiki run too far away from him on the family walks, he gets antsy that someone will snatch them up to use them as collateral against him. and, god, if you go out with your friends and don’t text him for a few hours, a small part of him starts to wonder if you’ll ever come home at all. 

nothing usually does come from these worries: the kids are fine, it’s not the same guy, you call him about ten minutes later and drunkenly tell him you’re ready to come home and cuddle. toji goes to the summer picnics and picks his kids up from school like nothing bad has ever happened to him. but on late nights, still, he might wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare where everything collapsed around him. 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

For sts. How would the Fushiguros handle Megumi or Tsumiki cursing for the first time?

"fuck!” calls megumi. “fuck!” 

his little voice echoes throughout the house, bouncing sharply off the walls, followed by tsumiki’s cackling laughter and another solid “fuck!”

“what are you doing?” toji asks, leaning in the doorway, having followed the chorus of fucks and maniacal giggling all the way from he bedroom to the living room. unsurprisingly, he finds megumi and tsumiki, 6 and 7, quaking on the floor while they swear back and forth to each other. 

“fuck,” tsumiki laughs, to which megumi responds, “fuck!” 

“you’re not allowed to say that word,” toji chides. “stop it.” 

“no!” megumi dismisses his father with a wave of one tiny hand. “fuck!”

“you say it all the time,” tsumiki points out with too much wisdom for her youthful age. “especially when you’re mad.” she’s smiling that terrifying elementary school smile, the one that says that no adult will ever best her and that she will never lose. toji nearly rolls his eyes back into his skull because, despite his every desire to deny her, he’s well aware of the fact that he probably caused whatever fuck party this is. 

“well,” toji says after a beat, “it’s illegal for kids to say it. if you don’t stop the swear monster is going to come and eat you.” 

“monster?” megumi subconsciously reaches for one of his dog plushies. he looks worriedly at tsumiki, who stares boldly back at her father.

“yeah,” toji says solemnly. “i even have him on speed dial.” he steps into the room and raises his arms with a playful grin. “but that’s if i don’t get you first.” 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

For sts, imagine Toji doing surprise visits to Megumi at his college

“hey!” a familiar voice calls out from somewhere in the distance. “hey! oh my god! is that megumi! hey!” 

megumi wishes he could melt into the sidewalk. clad in his utokyo sweatshirt, headphones slung around his neck, he has bedhead that claims he hadn’t slept before the exam and an empty thermos of coffee in his sleepy hands. random strangers turn at the sound of the intruder’s voice, and megumi knows his face is on fire.

“hey!” toji emerges from the fray, wearing a matching sweatshirt and sunglasses. not that those would have mattered: it would have been clear to anyone, sunglasses or not, that megumi and the rambunctious visitor were intimately related.

“what the fuck?” megumi says. he considers throwing his thermos. 

he cringes when his father ruffles his hair affectionately, drawing him into the strongest bear hug imaginable right in front of the crowded lecture hall. “what kind of greeting is that? your doting father comes to visit you, and you can’t even invite him out to lunch?”

megumi grumbles. he pretends he can’t see his classmates staring out of the corner of his eye. “you could have called first.” 

toji laughs, a loud, obnoxious sound that rumbles across the campus. it draws the attention of everyone in tokyo and causes megumi’s precious cool boy ego to shatter. “but it’s so much better when your loving father comes to surprise his baby boy, don’t you think?” 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

soft toji sunday featuring megumi going to the neighbor's (sukuna's) for a bbq to hang out with his bff yuuji and this is the beginning of toji/sukuna's rivalry

"what do you mean you’re not going to be home for dinner?” 

megumi, 15, huffs. “i'm going to yuuji’s. i already told you. i’ll be back later.” 

toji, moments away from lighting his grill, a cherished tradition on his quiet saturday afternoons, stares at his son like he’s grown a third head. “excuse me?” he all but throws the grill across the yard as a hint. what the fuck do you mean? he almost yells. it’s saturday. i'm grilling? and you’re going to the neighbors? 

“yuuji said his older brother’s doing a barbecue, and i told him i would go.” megumi glances down at a text on his phone. “besides, all of my friends are gonna be there.” 

toji’s glare could have burnt a hole through the shrubbery and the old fence separating his backyard from theirs. it’s quiet in the other yard, but toji can already imagine the smoky scent of the grill, the clink of beer cans opening, the content conversation of the guests. toji has spoken to yuuji’s older brother sukuna exactly zero times, but he already knows he fucking hates him. who would dare to have a barbecue on the same day that toji does? 

“that’s fucked up,” toji says finally, solemnly. 

megumi rolls his eyes. “you can come, you know. yuuji said the whole family is invited.” 

toji’s stare hardens as he watches the top of sukuna’s head step out onto the patio. feeling an unfathomable irritation spread through his belly, he grips the grill lighter even tighter as he seethes: “sure. why not. we’ll see who really does it better.” 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

I think Toji’s the type to tell rampant lies about his children to his grandchildren

“i'm serious,” toji says solemnly. “your father glows in the dark. you just have to catch him when the lights are off.” 

toji’s grandchildren are scattered at his feet, eyes wide, souls quaking. here they are, in the living room on a summer afternoon, hearing every family secret megumi refused to tell them. they’re like ten after all, they think, so why would megumi keep such important information so private?

toji scans his grandkids’ shocked faces with a grand sense of pride. “it’s true. and he keeps a shark in a tank at his office. why do you think he never lets any of us come to work with him?”

or, “if you wait very quietly, you will see that your father can also walk through shadows, and he has an extra arm hidden under his shirt that he turns invisible whenever someone comes into the room.” 

or, “megumi isn’t even his real name, you know. it’s a fake identity. he’s a spy,” to which all of the grandchildren gasp and start complaining that megumi’s never even taken them on a single secret spy mission–

all of which, of course, are topics for intense discourse once megumi takes his kids home to feed them dinner. 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3 #!!!

[lovenona]

Soft toji Sunday where Megumi is learning to ride a bike and refuses to wear a helmet bc toji doesn’t always wear one when riding his motorcycle

“okay, buddy, here you go.” toji digs a very small blue helmet out of a pile in the garage. “put this on and then we can go.” 

“no,” megumi, 5, replies. he looks at the helmet like it’s just said the world’s most insulting thing to him. 

toji holds out the helmet with greater vigor. “what do mean, no? you’ll hurt your head. put it on.” 

megumi looks away in disgust and crosses his arms over his chest. “no!” 

toji sighs with impatient exasperation. he looks at his son, currently on the verge of throwing a spectacularly large tantrum, and back at the helmet, a fairly decent shade of blue. “why not?” 

megumi’s glare could have sliced a building in half. “daddy doesn’t wear one, so i don’t either!” he huffs, pointing accusingly to the motorcycle parked a few feet away from them, to which toji nearly exhales and dies. 

rather than admit okay true, not a great role model, fine, you got me there, toji looks back at megumi and says, “that’s because i'm older. you’re five. put this on.” when megumi narrows his eyes, toji nearly begs, “put this on and i’ll buy you ice cream.” 

(toji makes sure to wear a helmet every time megumi can see him after that.)

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3

[lovenona]

You asked and I deliver! For Sts, I bet Toji tones up his outdatedness whenever he’s near Megumi’s friends

“oh man, would you look at that,” toji says languidly, passing through the living room. “look at you all use those new-fangled smartphones.” he pauses to watch megumi and yuuji and nobara, sprawled across the couch, lazily scrolling through social media as they send memes back and forth to each other. the tv is left forgotten in the background, some spotify playlist flashing across the screen, some “new hip song” softly blowing through the speakers.

“you know,” toji continues gravely, “back in my day, when you wanted to talk to someone, you had to write a letter and send it by raven.” 

megumi rolls his eyes while yuuji looks up, agape. “really, mr. fushiguro?”

toji nods sagely. “of course. and we had to hand-write our books until just a few years ago. none of this google shit you kids have now.” 

yuuji’s eyes widen in horror. nobara snickers. megumi kicks him gently without sacrificing his comfort on the couch. toji wonders if he should start to cry for special effects when yuuji says, quite overwhelmed, “that sounds terrible!”

“he’s fucking with you, idiot,” megumi sighs irritably. yuuji looks like he might start to cry. nobara cackles. 

grinning, toji protests, “now why would i ever do that?” 

#happy soft toji sunday #fushiguro.toji #<3