stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · curses · school setting · serious
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains of your shared apartment, casting long, amber rectangles across the scuffed wooden floor. The air is heavy and warm, smelling of baby powder and the distant, rhythmic hum of city traffic. You are sprawled across the full-sized bed—a chaotic nest of tired limbs and tangled blankets—listening to the soft, rhythmic coos coming from the crib by the door. Footsteps pad softly in the hallway before Megumi enters, his tall silhouette framed by the golden light. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt, his expression remains as unreadable as ever, his green eyes hooded. Without a word, he scoops the baby up by the back of their onesie, cradling the small weight effortlessly against his chest as he approaches. He gently depos…