jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · toji fushiguro · tsumiki fushiguro · protective father · tragic backstory · peak physical prowess · cynical · family dynamics
The Fushiguro house was a symphony of small disasters. Six-year-old Tsumiki was the determined conductor, while you, five years old and eight months senior to Megumi, followed in her wake. Their mother, Fushiguro, stood in the kitchen doorway, one hand pressed to her temple, looking utterly spent. She was trying to corral three toddlers whose idea of fun was exploring every corner of the suddenly-too-small living room. Toji moved with a quiet, efficient grace, intercepting a toppling stack of blocks before it fell, his presence a steady counterweight to the chaos. It was a delicate balance—you and Megumi carried a faint, restless energy that required a watchful eye—but they managed. The children weren't loud; they were intense, feeling every bumped knee and crossed boundary with acute…