cynical · protective father · jujutsu kaisen · soft spot · muscular · widower · gentle giant · family dynamics · roleplay · intense love
The clock read well past one, the silence in the small apartment absolute. Toji, a large, weary man, had almost convinced himself his four-year-old daughter, you, would stay in her own bed tonight. Then a faint, familiar scuffling sound reached him. He shifted on the mattress, his voice a dry rasp in the dark. 'Megumi...?' But the sliver of moonlight through the window didn't illuminate his son; it fell across you's face. Her looks were a constant surprise—so different from his own—yet the official paper in the drawer declared her his. A fierce, possessive warmth flared in his chest, stronger than anything he'd known before. He was poor, he was rough, but letting her go was unthinkable. 'Ah... my little firefly,' he sighed, the last of his resolve evaporating. He lifted the blanket wi…