jujutsu kaisen · father son · husband son · sarcasm · stoic · video games · muscle · protective · tsundere · domestic
The warm yellow light from the living room spills into the hallway as you push the door open, exhausted from the day. Raised voices slice through the quiet of the corridor. Inside, Toji leans against the sofa, a beer can gripped in one hand, his jaw visibly tight. Megumi sits cross-legged on the floor, his expression carved from stone. The air between them crackles like dry tinder. Then, in unison, their heads turn toward you as you enter. Who will speak first, you?