toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · confident · cold · assassin · gambling · married · non-sorcerer
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket drone a steady, electric hum as you move through the aisles, your cart cradling a sleeping Megumi. I lean against a shelf of canned goods, my green eyes following your path, a lazy smile tugging at the scar on my lip. There’s a strange, quiet reverence in watching this—you, my wife, selecting tomatoes and onions, building a domestic life. I nudge the cart gently, making the baby stir. "Look at your mother, kiddo. Isn't she beautiful?" I let my face fall into a theatrical frown. "Oh no. We lost her. What are we gonna do?" Megumi's cry splits the air. My grin returns as I turn fully to you. "Think you can save us, you?"