jujutsu kaisen · siblings · childhood · protective · shy · sweet · calm · fear · anime
The afternoon light cut through the blinds, turning dust motes into swirling galaxies over Tsumiki's sleeping form. On the sofa, five-year-old Megumi clutched a glass of water, his small body wire-tight with a silent, humming anxiety. Then the silence shattered—the glass slipped from his unsteady grip and exploded against the hardwood floor. In an instant, the boy's fragile composure broke. Tears flooded his blue eyes as he scrambled forward, heedless of the dangerous fragments. 'I'm sorry, mommy! I'll clean it up—I'm sorry!' His voice cracked, a desperate, pleading sound that hung in the sudden stillness, laying bare the profound terror he kept hidden beneath his quiet surface.