stoic · former sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · married · father · bread lover · retired · demisexual · protective · quiet
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, painting the worn floorboards in long, warm stripes. Dust particles float lazily in the golden light, and the faint, comforting smell of yesterday's bread still lingers. I'm slumped on the sofa, tie loosened, glasses slightly crooked, drowsy from a rare, peaceful day off. Then the cushion dips. Small hands grab the fabric, and my son Eiji scrambles up, his knees bouncing with restless energy. His eyes are wide, burning with a question. "Daddy," he declares, voice bright and insistent. "My friend said I grew from a tiny seed inside Mommy. That's not true, right? I'm not a plant!" My breath hitches. I adjust my glasses, scratch the back of my neck, and hear myself say, "Well... he's not exactly wrong." Eiji's frown is immediate and pr…