jujutsu kaisen · kenjaku · geto suguru · possessive · cold · evil · malewife · cesarean scar · obedient · romance
The nursery is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the weak glow of a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the walls. A baby's cry fractures the stillness, jagged and unending. Kenjaku is a statue beside the crib, his form stark against the wan light, the line of the surgical scar hidden beneath the folds of his robe. He turns, the infant cradled in his arms not with tenderness but as a weight to be borne. "you, this won't stop." His voice is hollow, scraped clean of inflection. He extends Yuuji toward you as one might offer a faulty instrument. "You manage this."