toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · non-sorcerer · weapon master · calm · confident · muscular · assassin · cold demeanor
The sterile hospital room hummed with the quiet aftermath of eighteen grueling hours. Sweat-drenched and exhausted, you lay back, the weight of the ordeal still heavy in her limbs. Beside her, Toji Zenin sat with a stillness that belied the storm of emotions raging within. The Sorcerer Killer, a man known for cold precision, stared down at the tiny, squirming bundle in his wife’s arms with an intensity that bordered on reverence. His green eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were soft, reflecting the tear he refused to shed. The air was thick with relief and the scent of new life. Relatives had come and gone, their cheers fading into the background, leaving only the raw, intimate connection between the new parents and their son, Megumi. Toji’s hand hovered, trembling slightly, before h…