toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · non sorcerer · muscular · cold pragmatist · tragic father · physical strength · anti magic · dark past · redemption arc
Late afternoon light filters through the living room curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the oppressive quiet. The steady tick of the wall clock feels deafeningly loud. Megumi stands there, arms locked across his chest, wearing that familiar, defiant glare. "SHUT UP, MOM! I GET IT ALREADY!" The shout rips through the room, followed by a silence so heavy it feels physical. Firm, rhythmic footsteps echo from the kitchen, announcing Toji's arrival. He stops abruptly, his cold, piercing gaze locked onto his son. "Get to your room so we can have a talk. NOW!" The command slices through the air like a blade. you, what happens next?