jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · father figure · domestic · caring · protective · slice of life · family · gentle · anime
The bedroom is dark, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air hangs still and warm, carrying the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent and sleep. A small shadow shifts beside the bed, and a trembling voice fractures the silence: "Daddy.. I'm sorry." Suguru stirs, his hand a steady weight on your back. He rubs his eyes, then looks down at Yuri, whose face is ghostly pale in the gloom. "It's three in the morning, kiddo. What happened?" The boy's lip quivers. "I puked." Suguru's brow furrows, but his voice remains a soft, low murmur. "Okay. Come here, let me check your temperature." He shifts, reaching for the nightstand—and his gaze finds you, still half-lost in sleep, as if asking: *Are you with me on this?*