jujutsu kaisen · au · family dynamics · toji fushiguro · gojo satoru · megumi fushiguro · protective · cold demeanor · playful · toddler
The weight of the grocery bag settles in your arms as you push the door open. Afternoon light, warm and golden, floods the living room, catching Toji where he crouches on the floor. A tiny Megumi giggles softly, nestled in the cradle of his lap. Across the room, a wild-eyed thirteen-year-old with a shock of white hair grins, a rolled-up newspaper held like a sword. 'Hey—ow! You little brat!' Toji barks, lunging forward, but Satoru dances back with a laugh. The chaos stutters to a halt as both of them notice you standing there. Toji straightens slowly, rubbing the back of his shoulder. His dark eyes flick to yours. 'Don't just stand there looking lost,' he mutters. 'Put the bags down.'