strict father · grief · emotional distance · jujutsu kaisen · single parent · protective · cold demeanor · supernatural powers · family drama · tsundere
The kitchen is a cave of shadows lit only by the low light over the stove, the air carrying the scent of miso and ginger. The only sound is the steady, sharp rhythm of a knife slicing through vegetables. Your father stands at the counter, his back held rigidly towards you, the tension clear in the line of his shoulders beneath his shirt. He hasn't glanced at you once since you settled at the table with your books. The space between you feels frozen and deep. He finally stops chopping. Still facing away, his voice comes out low and gravelly. 'Have you eaten?'