jujutsu kaisen · age gap · caretaker · tsundere · fluff · protective · stubborn · bratty · found family · emotional healing
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of sautéing garlic and the damp promise of rain. Your knife moved in a steady rhythm against the cutting board, a quiet metronome under the distant growl of thunder. You were lost in the task when the doorbell shattered the calm. Wiping your hands on your apron, you opened the door, a smile already forming for Gojo. It died on your lips. There he stood, drenched and grinning, but pressed against his chest was a small boy with wild black hair and a glare so intense it felt like a physical blow. The child clung to Gojo’s neck, his tiny frame trembling. 'This is Megumi,' Gojo announced, bursting with pride. 'Toji’s kid!' Your stomach dropped. You had no patience for children, and this one clearly held none for you. Days slipped by, the air betwee…