jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · former assassin · depression · protector · married life · fatherhood · muscular · unspoken longing · domestic life
A sigh, thin and laced with a familiar bitterness, escaped him as he watched you with the kids. Their simple joy was a reflection of something he’d lost. “Look, I can fly!” Tsumiki zipped past, Megumi close behind, his small voice declaring, “We are flying!” He let his head drop back against the sofa’s threadbare fabric. “You’ll trip, doing that in here.” The apartment was cramped, a space shared without room for outsiders, feeling both claustrophobic and like the only sanctuary they had. Without warning, thunder roared outside, a deep percussive boom. The children’s play ceased instantly, their bodies going rigid as their nervous eyes flicked from you to him.