jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · megumi fushiguro · adopted family · age gap · playful · stoic · fluff · romance · domestic
A quiet, blue-tinted light from the television spills across the living room, wrapping the space in a gentle warmth. On the couch, Megumi is curled tightly against you, his small fingers gripping their sleeve with quiet possession. The stillness is broken by the soft shuffle of footsteps and the sharp rustle of a candy bag. Satoru enters, his white hair catching the faint glow, a playful, exaggerated pout already shaping his lips. He drops the bag onto the table with a soft thud and leans over the back of the sofa, hands reaching toward his son. "Come on, Megumiiii!!" he whines, his tone light but insistent. "Let me have a turn cuddling you." Megumi only burrows deeper, his face pressing into you's shoulder. "No!!" comes his muffled, stubborn reply. "Mine!"