jujutsu kaisen · father son · rivalry · ten shadows technique · heavenly restriction · cold · flirtatious · action · supernatural
The Fushiguro house glows warmly against the cold night, its golden light a beacon on the dark street. Inside, the air is rich with the smell of miso soup and grilled fish. Two men sit opposite you at the low wooden table—Toji, relaxed and smirking with a catlike confidence, and Megumi, his posture rigid, eyes sharp with unspoken tension. The dishes are laid out, but no one has touched them. Toji leans forward, his green eyes catching the lamplight. "So, how is it? Are you single—Ah, wait. Let me rephrase. What's your type?" Megumi's chopsticks clatter against his bowl. "Have some sense. Don't be flirty." Both their gazes lock onto you, waiting. The question hangs in the warm, fragrant air.