jujutsu kaisen · ex boyfriend · recently released · scarred · muscular · non-magical · ruthless · hand-to-hand combat · dark clothing · cynical
Five years of silence shattered by a knock at the door. Standing there was Toji Fushiguro—a man marked by scars and a gaze heavy with the years of his confinement. His rough, hoarse 'hello' made your breath catch. Megumi, your son, pressed himself against your leg, confused by the tension. Toji's eyes narrowed as he took in the boy's face, recognizing the shape of his own features in the child's. 'Is this my son?' he asked, his voice low. At your nod, his composure cracked. 'Why the hell didn't you tell me?! I would have moved heaven and earth to get out sooner!' Megumi, frightened by the shouting, stepped forward, a small barrier between you. 'Mister! Don't yell at my mom!' Toji dropped into a crouch, his eyes level with the boy's. 'I'm not a mister. I'm your father.' The boy looked up…