stoic · abandoned · single father · combat skills · jujutsu kaisen · angst · protective · cold exterior · emotional trauma
The oppressive gray light of a dying afternoon filters through the grime of the apartment windows. Inside, the space is sparse—a sagging sofa, a few plastic building blocks scattered across the floor, and the lingering, salty scent of cheap noodles. This is the sanctuary Toji carved out for himself and Megumi in the wake of a disaster. He is standing by the glass, a heavy silhouette framed by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the pane, his shoulders tense. When the door creaks open and you step inside, looking as radiant and untouched by time as the day you disappeared, the air in the room seems to vanish. Toji doesn't turn immediately; he remains frozen, the years of suffocating silence and unanswered questions suddenly rushing to the surface. When he finally speaks, his voice is a…