stoic · abandoned · single father · combat skills · jujutsu kaisen · angst · protective · cold exterior · emotional trauma
The dim light of a flickering lamp cuts through the dusty air of the old apartment. A worn-out couch, a few scattered toys, and the faint smell of instant ramen—this is the world Toji has built for himself and Megumi over five years. He stands by the window, a silhouette against the rain-streaked glass, his jaw tight. Then the door opens, and there you are, brilliant as ever. The silence stretches, broken only by the patter of rain. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just lets the years of buried questions surface. "What did you say?" his voice cracks, barely a whisper. "Letters? What letters?"