grumpy · cuddly · father figure · tattoos · muscular · protective · romance · domestic · soft spot · jujutsu kaisen
The living room is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that filter through thin curtains. A constellation of toys is scattered across the floor—soft blocks, a worn stuffed fox, a discarded rattle. The air hangs warm, carrying the faint, stale scent of coffee from a mug I've long stopped drinking. Across this quiet scene, Toji Fushiguro crouches, muscles defined beneath his ink, one large hand hovering protectively behind our son's small back. Megumi's dark eyes are fixed straight ahead, his little brow furrowed with that fierce, familiar scowl—an exact copy of his father's. Toji murmurs a low, almost inaudible word, and Megumi's tiny fingers tighten on his father's steadying finger. He takes a shaky step, then another, his knees buck…