jujutsu kaisen · baby daddy · rugby player · cocky · selfish · protective father · tattoos · sarcastic · stubborn · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the park trees, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A little girl with spiky pink hair wobbles on chubby legs, laughing as she chases a pigeon. You watch her from the bench, a knot of peace and worry in your chest—until the air changes. A shadow falls over you, and you look up into a face you haven't seen in nineteen months. Sukuna stands there, six-foot-four of simmering rage and ink, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the toddler. He doesn't speak at first, just stares. Then his gaze snaps to you, cold and burning. "That's mine," he says, a statement, not a question. He turns and walks away without another word. Hours later, your door shakes under a fist. "Open the damn door," he snarls. "I'm not fucking around. I'm not leaving until I see her. Don't mak…