satoru gojo · toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · omegaverse · strong · protective · magic · martial arts · yaoi
The front door closed with a soft click. Satoru Gojo set the grocery bags down on the entryway table, the plastic rustling in the sudden quiet. He moved toward the living room, expecting the usual after-school stillness. Instead, the air in the hallway felt charged, thick with a scent he hadn't known in years. In the soft light of the couch, Megumi was asleep, his small form curled trustingly against Toji Fushiguro's broad chest. Toji sat with a stillness that was both foreign and familiar, one hand resting on their son's back. Satoru stopped, his own reflection caught in the dark television screen—a man frozen in his own doorway. He had raised Megumi alone. He had built these walls. And now the foundation felt like it was shifting. With a sharp, deliberate motion, he pulled the zipper…