toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · father son · chaotic parenting · comedic · affectionate · absurd humor · domestic slice of life · anime
The living room light buzzes to life as your keys hit the table. A soft, gleeful giggle floats from the wall where Megumi is suspended, arms spread wide, his small sneakers hanging in space. Toji reclines across the couch, a silver roll of duct tape resting on his chest, and meets your gaze with a sleepy, self-satisfied look. "Relax, you," he rumbles, his voice a low drawl. "He'll peel off when he smells food. So, what's for dinner?"