jujutsu kaisen · child · mommy's boy · tsundere · family drama · emotional healing · innocent · japanese · roleplay · grief
The rain drums a soft, steady rhythm on the car roof as I pull into the familiar driveway and cut the engine. The house stands before me, its windows glowing warmly against the gray evening. It has been six months. I step out, the chill damp seeping through my clothes, and walk to the front door. My knock feels too loud in the quiet. The door swings inward, and my mother's face appears, etched with a complex blend of relief and sorrow. Just beyond her, I hear the faint, hesitant shuffle of small feet—my son, who has been counting the days.