Harry stands in the middle of the living room, staring at the door for a few moments longer than necessary.
Letting out a soft sigh, he turns away, while running a hand through his messy hair. He knew this feeling all too well, the quiet loneliness that settled in after Toji left for one of his jobs. It was something he had grown accustomed to over time, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.
When he first found himself in this world, everything had been a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. After letting Voldemort end him in the Forbidden Forest, he had expected to move on, to find peace or whatever awaited him after death.
Instead, he had been given a choice, a chance to start anew in a world where he could find something he had always longed for a family. The idea had been both terrifying and alluring.
Harry had never been one to shy away from challenges, and the promise of a fresh start, away from the weight of his past, was too tempting to resist. So, he had taken the offer, his identity merging seamlessly into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
Nothing could have prepared him for Toji Fushiguro.
Their meeting had been anything, but conventional. Toji had been a stranger, a dangerous one at that. He had stumbled upon the man after battling one of those curses that exist in this world and he took him to the apartment he owns, Death having taken the time to create an identity for him to merge with in this new strange world.
Harry had been wary, even a little frightened at first, but something about the man had intrigued him, drawing him in despite his better judgment.
Maybe it was the scars Toji bore, both visible and hidden, that called out to Harry's wounded soul. Or maybe it was the rare moments of softness that Toji let slip when he thought no one was watching.
Whatever it was, Harry found himself unable to resist the pull, and before he knew it, he was falling. Hard, and loving Toji came with its own set of challenges, though they are one's he will readily face.
Toji isn't like anyone he has ever known. The burly man with so much muscle still marvels at Harry's mind, it doesn't help that they are delicious to look at and feel, even taste.
His Toji is a man shaped by a life of violence, a man who lived on the edge, with one foot always in the shadows. Toji's work as an assassin, something Harry had never fully understood but had come to accept, meant that he was often away, leaving Harry alone to navigate the quiet moments that followed.
At first, he'll admit it had been difficult.
Harry had spent so much of his life surrounded by danger, constantly on guard, and the idea of being alone while Toji was out risking his life had been almost unbearable. He had worried, of course, his mind conjuring up all sorts of scenarios where Toji didn't come back. He knows the man does it for both money, which he doesn't need with Harry around, and because he doesn't know what else to do.
Over time, Harry had learned to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the trust they had built between them. He's saved a world once already let this man kill sorcerers, from what he's gathered a lot of them are just as vile as the curse they kill.
Shaking that out of his head, he walks over to the couch and sits down, sinking into the worn cushions.
The apartment felt too big, too empty without Toji's presence. Harry's fingers absently traced the fabric of the couch as he let his mind wander.
In the beginning, when Toji would leave for a job, Harry would pace the apartment, unable to sit still. He would worry, fret, and curse himself for falling in love with someone who lived such a dangerous life.
As time went on, he realized that worrying wouldn't change anything. Toji was who he was, a man bound to the shadows, and Harry had chosen to be with him, knowing full well what that entailed.
Still, that didn't stop the ache of loneliness from creeping in every time Toji left. It was a constant companion, lingering in the corners of Harry's mind, waiting for the quiet moments when it could make itself known.
Harry reaches for one of the books they have lying on their coffee table, a well-worn tome that he had read countless times before. He flipped it open, his eyes scanning the familiar words, but his mind was elsewhere.
It always was when Toji was away.
He thought about how far they had come, how much had changed since that first night when Toji had appeared on his doorstep. Back then, Harry had been lost, trying to find his place in a world that wasn't his own, but Toji had given him something he hadn't even realized he was searching for, a sense of belonging.
Harry smiles faintly as he remembers the way Toji had grumbled about the lack of space on the couch, how he had eventually made himself comfortable despite his complaints. It had been the beginning of something neither of them had expected, something that had slowly grown into the life they shared now.
He set the book aside, unable to focus on the words.
The apartment felt too quiet, the stillness pressing down on him. He wonders if Toji would agree to stop after their child is born.
Not wanting to think about that inevitable argument, Harry stands up and takes the chance to wander over to the window, looking out at the city beyond.
The world continued, oblivious to the turmoil that churned within him.
Sometimes, Harry wondered if he had made the right choice. He had been given a chance to start over, to find a family, and he had found that with Toji. But there were moments, like now, when the weight of that choice felt too heavy when the loneliness threatened to swallow him whole.
Then he would remember the look in Toji's eyes when he spoke of their future, the way his hand would rest protectively on Harry's growing abdomen, and all the doubts would fade away. Toji had given him something he had never thought possible, a family, a home, and a love that ran deeper than anything he had ever known.
Harry's hand unconsciously moved to his abdomen, feeling the slight swell there. It was a reminder of the life they were creating together, a life that gave Harry hope for the future.
The sun had fully risen now, casting a warm light across the room. Harry took a deep breath and turned away from the window, determined not to let the loneliness consume him. He had learned to navigate these moments, to find solace in the knowledge that Toji would always come back to him.
Harry moves through the apartment, tidying up and keeping himself busy. He made a mental list of things he needed to do, tasks that would keep his mind occupied until Toji returned.
It was a routine he had developed over time, a way to cope with the space that Toji left behind. As the day wore on, Harry found himself thinking about the past, about how he and Toji had gotten to this point. It hadn't been easy, but they had found something worth fighting for. And Harry knew that no matter how difficult it was, he wouldn't trade it for anything.
The night of their first makeshift date comes to mind making him giggle, he had been a fool to underestimate the feelings Toji holds for him.
The neon lights of Tokyo bathed the streets in a vibrant, colorful glow as night fell over the city. It was an unusually chilly evening, and the pulse of the city felt alive with a restless energy.
Harry and Toji are on their first casual night out as a couple, a milestone that stirred a mix of excitement and apprehension within Harry.
Harry's nerves were palpable.
Despite his excitement, the thought of being out in public with Toji made him self-conscious. The insecurities from his past clung to him like a second skin, making him question if he truly belonged in Toji's world or if this was merely a temporary indulgence on Toji's part.
Toji, ever attuned to Harry's mood, noticed the tension in his partner's posture. He grabbed Harry's hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "You're acting all skittish. Relax. It's just a night out," he said gruffly, his tone rough but laced with a trace of concern.
Harry forced a small smile, trying to push away his doubts. "Yeah, I guess," he replied.
His mind was a whirl of insecurities and self-doubt, but he tried to focus on enjoying the evening. They arrived at a dimly lit bar that Toji had picked, a place with a gritty charm that suited his rough exterior. The ambiance was casual and unpretentious, a perfect backdrop for their first casual outing. Harry could feel the warmth of the bar's atmosphere as they stepped inside, a welcome relief from the cool night air.
Toji guided Harry to a booth in the corner, far from the bustling crowd but close enough to enjoy the low hum of conversation and the mellow jazz playing in the background. As they settled in, Toji's eyes never strayed far from Harry, a protective presence even amid the bar's noisy environment.
They ordered their drinks and settled into easy conversation. Toji was his usual gruff self, peppering their talk with rough jokes and blunt honesty that Harry had come to accept as part of his charm.
Yet, despite Toji's tough exterior, Harry could sense the genuine affection and care that lay beneath.
Their evening was interrupted when a woman at the bar approached their table. She was confident, with an air of flirtation that immediately set Harry on edge. Her eyes were fixed on Toji with an intent that made Harry's heart sink.
"Hey there," the woman said with a sultry smile. "Mind if I join you?"
Toji barely glanced at her. His attention remained firmly on Harry as he replied, "Nah, we're good."
The woman's smile faltered, her gaze flickering between Toji and Harry. "Are you sure? I'd love to get to know you better."
Toji's response was curt, his tone brooking no argument. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"I'm taken, and I'm not fucking interested." He spoke with a gruff finality that left no room for further discussion.
The woman looks shocked, looking over at Harry she scoffs, giving Toji a haughty sneer as she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving Harry to wrestle with a surge of emotions.
Toji noticed the shift in Harry's demeanor and reached across the table, his hand rough but warm as he took Harry's. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now, though still laced with his usual gruffness.
Harry forced a smile, trying to mask his unease. "Just feeling a bit… out of place, I guess."
Toji's eyes softened, though his expression remained as unyielding as ever, "You think I'd let some random bitch come between us?"
Harry's heart lurched at Toji's vulgar words. Despite his rough exterior, Toji's sincerity shone through, and Harry couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth.
"Thanks," Harry said softly, squeezing Toji's hand.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and shared stories. Harry found himself relaxing, the earlier tension melting away under the comfort of Toji's presence. They enjoyed their drinks, the conversation flowing effortlessly, and Harry felt a newfound sense of ease.
The afternoon light filters through the large windows of the apartment, casting a warm glow over Harry as he prepares for Toji's return.
The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clatter of pots and pans as Harry moved around the kitchen. He had picked up a selection of Toji's favorite foods, fresh ingredients that would make a hearty meal to welcome him back after his time away.
Toji had messaged him earlier, saying he would be returning to Japan within twelve hours. Harry wants to make the day special for him, and preparing a favorite meal is one way to do that.
As he works, Harry's thoughts drift back to the encounter he had had earlier with the young boy, Getou. The sight of the boy's desperate eyes, his tattered clothes, and his obvious struggle had struck a deep chord within Harry. The boy's predicament had reminded him of the harsh realities of life, realities that he had tried to escape but had never fully eluded.
The thought of Getou's home life being so dire that he was forced to steal just to survive had left Harry feeling a mix of sadness and anger.
Harry's heart aches for the boy, and he feels a strong urge to help. The brief exchange, the hurried offer of money, and the gentle advice had been his attempt to make a small difference.
He can't let go of his feeling that the boy's situation is a reflection of larger injustices at play.
He sighs deeply, pulling the last of the ingredients from the shopping bags and placing them neatly in the refrigerator. The kitchen smelled of fresh herbs and spices, a comforting aroma that seemed to promise warmth and security.
More cynically, Harry finds his thoughts drifting to the Zenin clan, the powerful and ruthless family that had caused so much pain in Toji's life.
Their cruelty had left scars that ran deep, and they needed to be held accountable. The Zenin clan's impact on Toji's past was undeniable. Their treatment of him had shaped the man Harry loved, and it had fueled a sense of vengeance within Harry that he struggled to keep in check.
The anger he feels towards them is not just about retribution for the wrongs they had done to Toji; it is about justice for all those they had harmed.
Harry knew that acting on this anger could lead to destructive consequences, but the thought of the Zenin clan continuing their ways without facing any repercussions was unbearable.
As he cleans up the kitchen, Harry's hands move automatically, but his mind is far from focused.
it was about making them understand the consequences of their actions, about showing them that they couldn't just continue to wield their power without facing any consequences.
He imagines scenarios where he would use his abilities to undermine their power, disrupt their operations, and make them feel the sting of their cruelty. The anger simmered within him, he also recognized the danger of letting it consume him.
Revenge, after all, could lead to a path of destruction that would ultimately harm more than it healed. It is a powerful motivator, but it also carries the risk of becoming an obsession.
Harry had seen the toll that unchecked anger could take, and he didn't want to let it dictate his actions. Instead, he needed to find a way to channel his energy into something constructive, something that would help build a better future for Toji and their child
He puts the final touches on the meal preparation, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
He wants to protect Toji, to create a safe and loving environment for their family, but he also feels a strong urge to confront the forces that have caused so much pain.
The Zenin clan was a symbol of the injustice and cruelty that had marked Toji's past, and Harry wanted to fight back against that darkness.
A few hours later their apartment was filled with the aroma of Toji's favorite dishes, and Harry felt a sense of satisfaction as he looked around the room.
The effort he had put into preparing the meal was a small gesture, but it was one that he hoped would bring comfort and joy to Toji when he returned. Harry had come to appreciate the quiet moments of domesticity, the simple acts of love and care that defined their life together.
Just as he finished setting the table the sound of the front door opening interrupted him.
Harry looked up to see Toji stepping into the apartment. His tired face stutters in surprise as he takes in Harry and all the effort around him. The exhaustion from his travels melted away in the warmth of their home.
Toji's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of the prepared meal and the effort that had gone into making their evening special.
"Welcome back," Harry said, his voice filled with warmth as he moved to greet Toji.
The tension and anger that had been consuming him were replaced by a sense of relief and happiness at seeing his partner.
Toji stares at him with a predatory look, before stalking Harry and pulling him into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around him protectively, as he catches a stunned Harry by the mouth.
After a few minutes, toji pulled back, his giant palm cupping Harry's swollen abdomen, "I missed you," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.
"I missed you too," Harry replied a little dazed, leaning into the embrace and savoring the comfort of Toji's presence.
He could feel the tension in Toji's body dissipating as he held him close, and he knew that their time apart had only strengthened their bond.
After their meal Harry finds himself curled up against Toji, his head resting on the man's shoulder while Toji's arm was securely wrapped around Harry's waist, his hand resting protectively on the slight swell of Harry's pregnant stomach.
The physical closeness between them was a balm to Harry's restless thoughts, providing a sense of peace and security. As the movie progressed, Harry focused less on the action unfolding on the screen and more on the conversation he had been meaning to have with Toji.
He shifts slightly, angling his head to look up at his partner. "Toji," he began softly, breaking the silence between them.
Toji turns his attention away from the movie, his dark eyes meeting Harry's with a mix of curiosity and concern, "Hmm? What's up?" he asks, his voice low and steady.
Harry takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting back to the flickering screen before he speaks again. "Today, when I was out, I ran into a boy named Getou."
Harry looks frustrated, "He was stealing from a shop, and the shopkeeper was harsh with him. It reminded me of my past."
Toji's brow furrows slightly, his expression is expectant. "You thinking about doing something for him?" he asked, his tone careful.
Harry nodded, his fingers lightly brushing against Toji's arm. "I can't stop thinking about him. The way he looked, scared and desperate."
"It's like looking at a younger version of myself. I know how it feels to be treated like you're worthless."
Toji's hand tightened slightly on Harry's stomach, a gesture of self-comfort and contemplation. "And what do you want to do?" he asked, his voice reflecting a mix of concern and indifference.
Harry hesitates, searching for the right words. "I want to help him."
"Not just give him money or food, but make a difference. Show him that there's hope, that he doesn't have to suffer like I did."
Toji's gaze softens, but he remains pragmatic. "You know it's going to be risky. Getting involved in something like this could bring trouble."
Harry meets Toji's eyes, his expression is resolute. "I understand the risks. But I can't just ignore it. I've seen what happens when people turn a blind eye. I want to make sure Getou knows there's someone who cares."
Toji's sigh was a mix of frustration and acceptance. "I get that you want to help, but we need to be realistic.
This isn't going to be easy, and it might put us in danger."
Harry's face was a portrait of determination. "I know. I've seen enough of the world to know that it's not always safe to do the right thing. But I can't stand the idea of him going through what I did without any help."
Toji's arm around Harry's waist tightened, his protective instincts coming to the fore.
"Alright," he said slowly, his voice resigned but supportive. "If this is something you want to do, then I'll support you. But you need to be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt."
Harry's eyes light with gratitude and that to Toji is worth it, just to see that happiness in Harry's eyes.
"Thank you, Toji. I promise I'll be careful. I just need to do this. It's important to me."
Toji's expression remained serious, though his touch was gentle. "Just remember that we need to think about our future too. We can't let this jeopardize what we have." Pointedly kneaded his swollen stomach.
Harry nodded, resting his head back on Toji's shoulder. "I know.."
Toji's hand moved to gently rub circles on Harry's stomach, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. "Alright."
"We'll figure out a way to help him, but we need to be smart about it." Feeling quite smug at the surprised adoration at his easy acceptance of Harry's wishes.
The conversation goes dead as the movie continues, the sounds of the action sequences blending with their conversation,
Toji's presence was a constant source of comfort and strength, and as they sat together, Harry felt a sense of peace knowing that they were in this together. As the credits began to roll and the movie came to an end, Harry turned his head slightly to meet Toji's gaze.
"Thank you for understanding," he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. "It means a lot to me."
Toji's gaze was steady and reassuring. "I'll always support you, Harry."
"Oh, that reminds me, would you quit your assassin gig?"
"The fuck!?" Where did that come from?
A/n:
A little romance, and mentions of an another character!
The meeting between Harry and Getou, will be from Getou point of view. if any is upset about not seeing the interaction.
Imma use Getou because it helps my keyboard from editing it to Gojo.
Also: Yes, yes, I used the cliche hot lead gets hit on rebuff but it's my favorite, especially having someone like Toji declare he is taken and it's you who took him.
Faints.
