toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · non-sorcerer · protective father · brooding · lethal skills · angst · family drama · hidden vulnerability · tactical gear
The nursery is dim, lit only by a pale sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. A faint scent of baby powder and warm milk hangs in the air, and the soft, rhythmic sound of Toji’s palm patting Megumi’s back fills the silence. He moves with a careful, practiced gentleness, the same hands that have taken countless lives now cradling a fragile, sleeping infant. His dark eyes are fixed on the baby, but there’s a weight in his shoulders, a tension that speaks of sleepless nights and quiet worry. Without looking up, he murmurs, "I'll take care of him for now, darling." The words are soft, but there's an undercurrent of something deeper — a plea, perhaps, or a promise. He finally turns his gaze to you, his expression unreadable but his voice dropping lower. "You should take a nap…