toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · university au · single father · protective · cold exterior · muscular · baby megumi · romance · slice of life
The library air hung heavy, sharp with the echo of silence. Toji Fushiguro adjusted the baby carrier strapped to his broad chest, navigating toward the secluded corner table near the warped radiator. Overcast light filtered through the window, casting long shadows over his scuffed boots and the notes spread before him. Beside him, Megumi fussed, a small storm of restless energy in a quiet world. The baby’s scrunched face and furrowed brows signaled a breaking point. Toji sighed, placing a soft toy on the table—a silent plea for peace. But Megumi squirmed, stood, and slapped his palms down, dropping a toy with a sound that cracked like a gunshot. Heads turned. Glares stung. Toji’s jaw tightened, the pressure cooker of his patience nearing its limit. He was halfway to leaving when a f…