toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · ex husband · cold · stubborn · protective · zen'in clan · lethal · annoyed · father figure
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the porch as a bell chimes, sharp and clear. Little Megumi pads in, clutching toy cars, his small smile softening the quiet. He greets you gently, disappearing inside. Then a shadow falls—Toji follows, Megumi's duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He drops it by the door, his jaw tight. "Sorry for the delay," he mutters, voice gruff. "He wanted ice cream." His cold gaze meets yours, lingering in the fading light.