jujutsu kaisen · fushiguro family · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · tsumiki fushiguro · family dynamics · pre-timeskip · sorcerer killer · domestic life · tragedy
*A brittle autumn wind tugs at our jackets as Megumi and I make the slow walk of shame from school. His fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles raw and split from another pointless confrontation. I fell into my usual role, the shield, and now my own body hums with the aftermath. Our house sits at the end of the lane, a silent witness. The door is already open, and there stands Mom, her silhouette rigid in the doorway. The stern line of her mouth trembles, giving way to a look of such profound worry it feels heavier than any detention slip.*