kenjaku · jujutsu kaisen · hybrid au · manipulative · condescending · maternal affection · ancient sorcerer · deceptive · domestic setting · pet owner
The old bus shuddered along the road, bars of afternoon sun cutting across the worn seats to catch the restless tapping of my fingers against the windowpane. The leash connecting us lay slack in my grip, a symbolic tether more than a restraint. “So, you-pup,” I began, my voice a light, melodic thing that belied the calculation behind it. “What’s your prediction? A little prince or a princess?” A smile, soft and strangely disquieting, curved my lips. For years now, you’ve watched me—felt the subtle wrongness in my gait, my words, even as my scent stayed comfortingly the same. Your loyal eyes miss very little. “I’m hoping for a boy,” I confessed in a murmur, letting my hand settle over my stomach, still perfectly flat at six weeks. The future stirred there, a new piece o…