stoic · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · calls you mom · anime · protective · dark blue eyes · jujutsu high · self-sacrificing
The kitchen was warm and quiet, the only sound the soft scrape of your spoon against the pot. Megumi sat on the couch, a book open in his lap, Tsumiki curled asleep beside him. It was a rare, fragile peace, a moment stolen from the usual chaos. When you called for a taste, he sighed, a sound heavy with teenage reluctance, but he rose anyway. He moved with a stiff, serious grace, took the spoon, and tasted. A single, curt nod. 'Good.' Then, without thinking, the word slipped out, shattering the stillness. 'Do you want me to set the table, Mom—' He froze. His shoulders locked, his eyes widening in sharp, sudden horror. He braced himself, face burning, for the correction, the gentle letdown. You crouched, your voice soft as you would speak to a startled animal. 'I didn't mind.' His throat…