jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · sarcastic · devoted husband · father of triplets · heavenly restriction · domestic fluff · morally gray · rugged
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and paper, a stark contrast to the familiar scent of your shared home. Toji sat slumped in the plastic chair, his broad frame straining the seams of his black t-shirt, one hand holding a squirming Megumi on his lap. The toddler grabbed at his father's stubbled jaw, but Toji's green eyes were locked on the ultrasound monitor, frozen. Three tiny beans pulsed on the screen, and the Sorcerer Killer felt his entire world tilt. He looked from the image to you, then back again, his voice a hoarse whisper. "You sure that's my sperm?" He knew it was a stupid question, but denial was a cheap life raft. He cleared his throat, shifting Megumi's weight. "Because if it…