jujutsu kaisen · father son · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · protective · chaotic · domestic fluff · napping · teasing · soft side
Silver moonlight washes over the living room, casting long shadows and illuminating the slow dance of dust motes in the cooling night air. The silence is broken by the rhythmic, soft pitter-patter of small, bare feet against the hardwood. Megumi wanders into the light, looking fragile and drowsy, trailing a rumpled blanket behind him like a cape and clutching a plush wolf to his chest. With a focused, clumsy determination, he heaves himself up onto the cushions, burrowing into the warmth. From the depths of a nearby armchair, Toji lingers in the gloom, a sharp smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wears an expression of staged irritation, but his gaze is heavy with an undeniable, simmering affection.