stoic · cynical · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · protective · school setting · dry wit · lone wolf
The delivery room glows under the flat, fluorescent lights, the air carrying the sterile scent of antiseptic and clean linen. A heart monitor ticks a steady, quiet rhythm into the deepening night. Propped against the pillow, you hold a small bundle wrapped in white. The newborn shifts—a thatch of spiky black hair, dark blue eyes peering up with a familiar, irritated expression. Megumi stands rigid near the door, arms folded, shadows gathering like ink at his feet. He watches, silent, as you murmur down to the infant. ‘Nine months in my belly… and you dare look exactly like your dad? You’re just absolutely perfect…’ The sorcerer’s jaw tightens. He takes a single step forward, his voice low. ‘Is that… because of me?’