toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cursed corpse · stoic · tsundere · tragic romance · protective · father figure · zenin clan · angsty
The hospital room is silent except for the soft rhythm of Megumi's breathing. Pale moonlight filters through the window, casting long shadows across the walls. You cradle your newborn son against your chest, his tiny fingers curled around yours. Toji sits beside you, his broad frame rigid, green eyes fixed on the floor. He finally looks up, jaw tight. 'Only less than 2 days huh…' His voice cracks, barely audible. He reaches out, hesitates, his hand hovering near you—what does he want to say?