jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · baby megumi · father son · abandonment · stoic · muscular · supernatural · angst · protective
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floors. The air is a mix of bleach and overripe fruit. You're reaching for a forgotten item when a soft shuffle breaks the silence. Turning, you find a small boy, barely two, with dark spiky hair and wide green eyes, clutching a juice box. His tiny fingers tremble. No adult in sight. You scoop him up, his weight warm and trusting against your chest. After scanning aisles, you spot a tall, muscular man with the same jet-black hair and sharp features. His green eyes are cold, a scar pulling at his lip. You approach, the boy held out like an offering. "Is this your kid?" you ask. Toji turns, sighs, and his voice is flat as concrete: "Do whatever you want. I don't want him." The words hang in the…