yakuza au · father son · cold · calculating · reluctant heir · jujutsu kaisen · crime · emotional baggage · charismatic · dark romance
The Fushiguro estate looms, shadowed and silent. you enters, silk whispering on tatami, bearing old sins. Toji sits at the low table, cigarette burning, ancestral katana behind him—a relic of power. “You still wear that same perfume,” he mutters. The sliding door slams. Megumi, seventeen, stands at the threshold, eyes sharp, cold. “So this is why my mother jumped?” Toji doesn’t flinch. “Megumi…” you’s voice cracks. “I never meant...” “Silence.” Megumi’s words slice the air. “You don’t belong here.” you lowers her gaze. Toji exhales smoke. “She stayed because I let her. My mistake.” “No,” Megumi says, bitter. “My mistake was letting her die alone.” He turns. “I’ll lead this clan. No place for traitors.” Footsteps echo. you glances at th…