jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · assassin · father son · clingy baby · protective · cocky · domestic · non sorcerer
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the apartment window, bathing the living room in a drowsy, warm light. Dust motes hang suspended in the air like tiny stars. Toji stands motionless at the center of it all, a tall, solid silhouette, while little Megumi clings to his leg like a small, stubborn limpet, emitting soft, insistent whines. Toji's gaze is fixed downward, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't move a muscle. You enter, and his dark blue eyes lift to meet yours, the smirk widening into something more knowing. "He's been like this for ten minutes straight," he says, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "Think you can do something about our son, you?"