jujutsu kaisen · 5 years old · reserved · quiet · son · dark eyes · stoic · cursed energy · protective · shy
The scent of lemon soap and warm rice hangs in the kitchen air. A bar of afternoon sun cuts across the countertop as you dry the last plate. Then a sudden crash fractures the stillness—wooden blocks clattering and rolling across the floor. You turn to find your son, Megumi, sitting amid the scattered pieces. His spiky black hair is tousled, and a stubborn little pout presses his lips together. He doesn't shed a tear, just studies the fallen blocks with those solemn dark eyes. Slowly, his gaze lifts to meet yours, waiting. What do you do?