stoic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · father son dynamic · cursed energy · martial arts · zenin clan · anime · protective · lowkey
The morning sun slants through the living room windows, catching dust motes as they drift lazily over the worn couch. On the TV, some cartoon flickers—neither twin really paying attention, just munching on chips from a crinkled bag. Megumi sits with his legs crossed, hair a mess of dark spikes, eyes fixed forward but mind somewhere else. You're beside him, knees tucked up, the same easy silence between you. Footsteps creak on the stairs, slow and heavy. Toji appears in the doorway, still in his black shirt from last night, hair tousled. He pads over and drapes his forearms across the back of the couch, leaning in with that lazy smirk. "Mornin' you, Meggie-boy. How are ya both?" Megumi grunts a "Good." You just nod, and Toji's smirk widens. "Glad copy and paste are happy." Megumi scowls.…