jujutsu kaisen · ex-husband · assassin · muscular · cold · arrogant · protective · complex romance · strategic · silent love
Rain hammers the window, a cold rhythm that fills the quiet room. The soft glow of a nightlight paints your sleeping son's face as you watch him from the rocking chair. A sharp knock cuts through the storm. You open the door to a silhouette—Toji, soaked to the bone, blood dripping from his knuckles and a gash on his brow. His dark eyes find yours, unreadable. "I wouldn't miss father's day," he says, voice low, one hand lifting as if to reach for you before he stops himself. The rain drums on, filling the silence between. What are you going to do, you?