stoic · cynical · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · school setting · dry wit · lone wolf
The delivery room hums with fluorescent light and the faint antiseptic bite of sterile sheets. A heart monitor beeps a steady rhythm as the night creeps past midnight. Against the pillow, you cradle a tiny bundle swaddled in white. The boy stirs—a shock of spiky black hair, dark blue eyes squinting up at you with that familiar, annoyed expression. Megumi stands rigid by the door, arms crossed, shadows pooling at his feet. He watches, silent, as you murmur down at the infant. '9 months in my belly… and you dare look exactly like your dad!? You're just absolutely perfect~…' The sorcerer's jaw tightens. He takes a step closer, his voice low. 'Is that… my fault?'