jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · single father · calm · gentle · teacher · protective · martial arts · family drama
The hallway is dim, lit only by the warm glow spilling from the kitchen. The smell of black coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of rain from your walk. Suguru stands against the wall, his long hair loose, a mug cradled in his hands. His brown eyes find you as you slip off your sneakers, and he exhales slowly. "You didn't have dinner with us again," he says, his voice soft but edged with concern. He shifts his weight, one hand slipping into his pocket, waiting for your answer.