#also toji: so i miss yn [kermitwithhandsfolded.jpg]

[tojisun]

Wow, how we break broke me 😢 but that ending though 😳 the little hint of towards y/n/Gojo 😏 imagine somewhere in the future Toji sees y/n, happy with Satoru and their growing family and he can’t help but think to imagine what his and y/n’s babies would look like… but as the saying goes, beggars can’t be choosers

HAHDIWJSJS HAD TO GIVE YN A HAPPY ENDING W A NEW HUBBY!!! it’s what she deserves ;v; [x]

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the fushiguro’s are out for the holiday, visiting the theme park with megumi and his new friend, itadori yuuji. the boy and his parents are a lot chipper than toji’s used to, but his wife and son are having fun so toji follows the mood too.

currently, the itadoris and his wife are buying food for the group while toji watches over the kids. yuuji’s very excitable and energetic, thank god for his son because toji doesn’t know how to tame the little bright brat.

they’re playing with the toys that toji and jin won for them, when toji hears a familiar laughter.

god, how he missed her.

toji turns at the sound, pretending his heart isn’t beating so quick and that the flush on his cheeks have descended even to his neck.

he sees the gojo bastard first. he’s foregone the blindfold, annoying blue eyes framed with a dark sunglasses that are too opaque that even the glare of the sun doesn’t allow for his eyes to be reflected. he’s holding a huge panda teddy on one hand, and the other-

oh–

his other hand is holding onto the handle of a black stroller.

toji’s eyes turns to you after, unconsciously breathing in shakily.

oh.

there you are, smiling at the baby cuddled into your arms. the baby inherited gojo’s white hair, but even from that distance, toji can see that the kid’s eyes are yours.

you blow raspberries on the swell of the kid’s cheeks, chuckling when joyous giggles escape tiny mouth.

gojo shifts close to you, hugging both you and your child in a one-armed embrace, and nuzzling at the crown of your head.

jealousy slams right into toji.

unconsciously, his mind conjured images. images of you wedded to him. images of your family: of a kid with his eyes and your lips and your nose and his hair, sure, since you’ve always liked to play with his hair anyways; two kids, maybe, one girl and one boy who are both mamas children because who wouldn’t be when you are so gentle and so loveable and so caring.

his mind runs quickly, showing how it would’ve been growing old with you: retiring by the seaside, visited by your guys’ children and grandchildren, owning a myriad of pets because you’ve always liked animals.

toji thinks about it all: how it’d be to make love with you until sunrise, sweaty skin not uncomfortable as you both lay tangled under the sheets; picnic dates ending with a sensual love making in a cheap hotel because toji doesn’t have the patience to drive home; his proposal happening in the comfort of your gardens because you’ve always felt at peace when it was just you and him; your wedding in paris.

toji’s mind ran and his heart ached and-

“toji?” the voice of his wife breaks his train of thoughts and toji zones back in the situation, shifting his unfocused eyes to her.

jin and his wife are now feeding yuuji whose leg swing excitedly as he continues to chatter beside megumi.

toji gazes at where you stood, feeling disappointed when he doesn’t see you anymore.

“love, are you okay?” his wife asks, and toji turns to her and grunts in reply.

“yeah,” he says, cringing at the way his voice cracked, “so what’s the next plan?”

toji lets her voice wash over him and chase away his thoughts about you.