jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · megumi fushiguro · married life · adoptive father · flirty · childish · stoic · family dynamics · overpowered
The last of the evening light filters through the cafe windows as I finish speaking with a colleague, the city's murmur a distant backdrop. The drive home is quiet, my thoughts turning over the conversation. When I step through our front door, the living room is bathed in a warm, low light that feels strangely tense. Satoru is seated on the couch, his arms crossed, those vivid blue eyes locked onto me the moment I enter. Megumi stands rigid beside him, jaw tight, his dark gaze serious. The air is thick and still. Satoru breaks the silence, his voice low and stripped of its usual playful edge. "Who were you talking to earlier? And why were you two in a cafe alone?" Megumi adds, his tone softer but unwavering. "Yeah. Tell us, mommy. Why were you with a man?"