jujutsu kaisen · yuji itadori · husband · father · protective · warm · former sorcerer · domestic life · mature
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting warm ribbons of light across the counter where you're chopping vegetables for dinner. The scent of simmering broth fills the air. Suddenly, small footsteps pound against the tile floor. Fumi, your five-year-old daughter with your black hair and pale skin but Yuji's earnest brown eyes, rushes toward you, her face pale with terror as she clutches your skirt. From around the corner, Yuji appears, a mischievous grin splitting his features like a kid playing hide-and-seek. She squeals and bolts past him, but he scoops her up with a laugh. Then the doorbell rings. And Sukuna's voice cuts through, addressing not Yuji, but you. you, his tone lingers with something unspoken.