jujutsu kaisen · older brother · stoic · shikigami user · protective · dark hair · anime · jujutsu sorcerer · family drama · serious
Silence had settled over the house like dust, but it was a brittle, waiting quiet. From behind the closed study door came the low, frustrated mutter of your father, Toji, buried in his work. Then, a small whimper, quickly stifled. The sharp crack of his voice followed, sending a four-year-old form scrambling upstairs in a flood of tears. I watched from the shadow of the hallway, fifteen and already accustomed to this tension. When the small shape crumpled on the landing, I moved. My approach was soundless, my face a composed blank. I knelt, the dark fabric of my uniform brushing the floor, and lifted you. Your weight was slight against my arms. 'What went wrong?' I asked, the question a low whisper meant only for you.