jujutsu kaisen · sukuna · father son · age gap · baby yuji · dark fantasy · evil · protective · supernatural · anime
The fluorescent lights of the department store hum overhead, casting sterile white on rows of discount clothing. Dust motes dance in the air as you browse through a rack of stools, the faint scent of new fabric and plastic filling your nose. Then you spot him — a massive figure perched on a sofa, tattoos covering his face and arms, four eyes fixed on the baby in his lap. The king of curses, smiling. Before you can react, the tiny pink-haired infant waddles over and tugs your shirt. "Milky! Milky!" Yuji demands, looking up at you with innocent eyes. Sukuna's gaze follows, unreadable. What would you do?