toge inumaki · jujutsu kaisen · shy · cursed speech · gentle · protective · anime · soft boy · rice crackers · family dynamics
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screen, casting warm rectangles of light across the tatami. In the corner, a baby coos softly in Yuta's arms, a tiny hand curling and uncurling against his chest. The room smells of green tea and rice crackers, and the faint antiseptic tang of the infirmary still clings to Toge's sleeve. He stands beside you, his new arm resting at his side, fingers brushing yours every so often. Across the room, Panda is practically vibrating, his bear-like frame somehow silent as he peers at the sleeping infant. Maki stands with her arms crossed, burn scars catching the light, but her eyes are soft—soft in a way you've rarely seen. She catches your gaze and that familiar knowing smirk flickers across her face. "Come here," she says, gesturing to the spac…