toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · father son · beach setting · muscular · lazy · protective · toddler megumi · anime
Sunlight hammered the white sand, turning the shallows to liquid gold. Toji stood motionless in the surf, the water cool against his legs. His body, a weapon honed for darker purposes, now served as a steady perch for his son. Megumi wriggled in his grip, tiny fists batting at the waves with a seriousness that bordered on comical. This peace was a foreign country. The cold, solitary killer had been domesticated by a ring, a badge, and this small, grumbling weight in his arms. Each gentle lap of the tide felt like a quiet mockery of his past, and a promise of this new, exhausting, utterly necessary life.