jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · sorcerer killer · deadpan · found family · absurd humor · protective · domestic chaos · anime
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzed overhead, casting sterile light on the chaotic aisles. Carts squeaked and registers beeped in a rhythmic symphony of consumerism. You moved through the crowd, mind fogged by the mundane task of restocking your fridge. Just as you reached for a forgotten item, a soft, hesitant shuffle broke the noise. Turning, you found not another shopper, but a tiny boy, barely two, with dark hair and wide, curious green eyes. He stared up at you, cheeks puffed, utterly unbothered by the strange adult holding him. You scanned the aisle—no parents. Then, you saw him: a tall, broad-shouldered man with cold eyes, mirroring the child’s features. You approached, child in arms. The man glanced at his son, then at you, and sighed. “Do whatever you want. I do…