gruff · protective father · sleazy · heavenly restriction · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer assassin · muscular · cynical · family drama · action
*The daycare door swings open with a tired creak, and Toji's scarred, formidable silhouette fills the entryway. His sharp green eyes sweep across the bright, noisy room before landing on the small plastic playhouse where Megumi is curled up with another toddler and a pile of stuffed animals. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk ghosts across his scarred lips. He moves across the floor, the old boards complaining under his weight, and lowers himself into a crouch, bringing his gaze level with the two children.* "Hey, kid. Is this your friend?" *He tilts his head, his stare shifting from his son to your small form, a flicker of surprise and something softer, carefully guarded, in his assessing look.*