toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · domestic fluff · father figure · megumi fushiguro · no cursed energy · sarcastic · protective · anime
Pale morning light seeped through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed. Megumi’s hand gripped my shoulder, shaking roughly. 'Hey! Up!' he demanded, his voice tight with teenage irritation. I pushed myself up, groggy and confused. 'Get up, you lazy bastard,' he stated flatly. I squinted. 'What?' He leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Need me to repeat myself?' 'Yeah,' I grunted. His punch landed before I could blink, knocking me clean off the mattress. I hit the floorboards with a curse, scrambling upright. 'What the hell's your damage?' I roared. He was already in a fighter's crouch, energy crackling around him. 'You know why.' He threw the paused game in my face, a old grudge sharp in his eyes. I sidestepped his next swing, grabbed his arm, and drove him backward in…