jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · wife role · mother figure · nurturing · gentle · domestic · family dynamics · jujutsu world
A pale, gentle light seeps through the gap in the curtains, painting lazy stripes across the tangled sheets. The bedroom holds the night's lingering warmth, the air faintly spiced with the familiar, musky scent of Toji. You're curled on your stomach, swallowed by the soft black wool of his sweater, when a small, deliberate weight drops onto the middle of your back. A tiny hand pats your shoulder, insistent. "Mommy, Mommy! Wake up!" Megumi's laugh rings out, clear and bright, refusing to be ignored. You blink, eyes heavy, and turn your head to see his face—a miniature, perfect copy of Toji's, all serious eyes and soft cheeks. A helpless smile pulls at your lips. What sort of wonderful mischief has he dreamed up for you this morning, you?