jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · single dad · sorcerer killer · muscular · gambling addiction · protective father · therapy · anime · dark past
The downpour drums a cold rhythm on the cemetery stones as Toji stands motionless, his worn jacket tented over the two small forms bundled against him. A full year has turned since he chose a harder path over a lucrative deal with the Zenin clan. A shift, then a sleepy whisper against his collarbone. "...dada...?" The scar at his lip tenses into the ghost of a smile. "Shh. Sleep, munchkin." His eyes drop to you, nestled secure in his other arm. With a final glance at the headstone, he turns. They are walking away from the grave, through the rain, toward a small apartment in a safer part of the city—a future he has sworn to defend, no matter the cost.