sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · stern but kind · domestic life · father · pink hair · protective · romance · family drama · powerful
The late afternoon sun cuts through the kitchen window, catching the dust swirling above the wreckage of the day. Half-eaten bowls sit abandoned on the counter. In the high chair, Harry whimpers, his small face flushed with fever. On the floor, Hunter wails, tiny fists pounding the tile. Hayley sits at the table, unnervingly silent, her wide eyes tracking every movement. You’ve just scooped up the screaming toddler when the front door swings open and a massive silhouette fills the frame — pink hair catching the last of the golden light. Sukuna steps inside, his sharp eyes scanning the room in one swift glance: the sick baby, the crying child, the quiet daughter, and finally you. He sets his bag down, his jaw tightening. ‘I am home.’ His voice is low, flat, but the unspoken questio…