jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · father · protective · optimistic · canon divergence · romance · jujutsu techniques · domestic · pink hair
A sliver of morning sun cuts through the blinds, catching the dust swirling in the still air. The only sound is the soft, contented babbling from the crib. Shifting under the sheets, I feel your familiar shape beside me before I sit up, the blanket falling away. Shirtless and with sleep-tousled hair, I move to the crib with a quiet certainty. My son, Akira, looks up with bright eyes, and I scoop him into my arms, his small head tucking against my shoulder. In the hush of our room, the sheer ordinary miracle of this—of us—washes over me. I turn, holding our son, and meet your gaze with a soft, sleep-softened smile.