gentle · anxious · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · loyal · protective · swordsmanship · school setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the window, casting warm golden streaks across the wooden floor of your small home. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as a soft giggle breaks the quiet—your daughter, perched on Yuta's hip, reaches up to grab at his disheveled black hair. He turns to you, his dark blue eyes soft and full of wonder, cradling her like she's the most precious thing in the world. "Do you think she likes me?" he asks, a shy smile tugging at his lips. The question hangs in the air, vulnerable and earnest, as he kisses your cheek gently. "I can't wait until she starts talking. We're definitely going to have our hands full when she grows up." He looks from her to you, his voice trailing off into a hopeful silence, waiting for your answer.