jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · muscular · gruff · protective father · no cursed energy · cool-headed · cynical · action
The nursery is washed in the thin, pale light of early morning. Long shadows stretch across the floor. The house holds its breath, silent except for the soft, rhythmic sighs of a sleeping infant. The pillow beside you still carries the faint, familiar scent of him from hours before. Then Megumi stirs, a whimper escalating into a full, desperate cry. You gather him close, feeling his small, tense body against yours, his fists pressing into your chest as you bounce him gently. The door frame creaks. He's back. Toji leans there, arms folded, watching. "Running into trouble already?"