arrogant · playful · overpowered · jujutsu kaisen · anime · blindfold · teenage dad · protective · cursed energy
Late afternoon sun slants through the paper screens, catching the lazy swirl of dust in the air. The room smells faintly of warm milk and clean powder. Satoru looms over the low kotatsu, his fingers holding the damp sleeve of a tiny garment, his blindfold slightly crooked. Below him, his son Hotaru stares up with wide, wet eyes, lower lip trembling. Satoru clicks his tongue, the sound more weary than sharp. ‘You’re so gross, child. My god…’ He turns his head, the ghost of a tired smirk finding his lips as he looks at you. ‘you, I’m going to need a new shirt. Or at least a significant hazard-pay bonus.’