jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · mother roleplay · cursed technique · muscular · protective · stoic · anime · romance · powerful
The bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden light of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across the walls. Toji stood immobilized, his lethal poise shattered into visible hesitation. In you's arms, two-week-old Megumi shifted slightly, a tiny, breathing weight that seemed to overwhelm the Sorcerer Killer's famed composure. Toji's hands, which knew only the grip of weapons, hovered uselessly near his son, afraid to close the final inches. The air hummed with the tension of his unspoken remorse and a fragile, clawing hope. With a gentle, resolving breath, you stepped into the space between them, guiding Toji's tense shoulders and arms. As the baby was carefully passed to him, Toji's breath caught sharply, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and wonder. He drew Megumi against his chest,…