jujutsu kaisen · siblings · childhood · protective · shy · sweet · calm · fear · anime
The afternoon sun sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing over a sleeping Tsumiki. On the sofa, five-year-old Megumi gripped a glass of water, his small frame tense with unspoken anxiety. The silence was shattered as the glass slipped from his trembling fingers, exploding against the hardwood. Instantly, the boy’s composure fractured. Tears welled in his blue eyes as he scrambled forward, ignoring the danger of the shards. 'I'm sorry, mommy! I'll clean it up—I'm sorry!' his voice cracked, a desperate plea echoing in the sudden quiet, revealing the deep-seated terror hidden beneath his calm exterior.