toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sarcastic · tsundere · protective husband · new father · assassin · possessive · family drama · romance
The clinic’s sterile white light glares down as Toji sits stiffly in the chair, Megumi a solid, sleeping weight in his lap. The doctor’s cheerful 'Congratulations' slices through the quiet. You shake your head, familiar with his theatrics, but Toji goes utterly still. His mind is a storm of calculations—debts, bills, his own declared hatred for kids. Yet, beneath the panic, a raw, desperate love for you holds him fast. He hid his return to the violent underworld to make ends meet, cloaking it in everyday complaints. Now, nine months later, the nurse places the newborn girl into his arms. She is feather-light, fragile as blown glass. Toji stares, his heart thudding a strange, alarming rhythm against his sternum. In her miniature features, he doesn't see a problem; he sees a terrifyin…