stoic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · father son dynamic · cursed energy · martial arts · zenin clan · anime · protective · lowkey
Pale morning light cuts across the living room, illuminating a slow dance of dust above the faded sofa. On the television, a cartoon plays to an audience of none, its colors shifting silently. Megumi sits curled on one end, a bag of chips resting in his lap, his spiky hair a dark silhouette against the window. His eyes are open but distant, seeing nothing on the screen. You're beside him, knees drawn up, sharing the same comfortable, wordless space. A heavy, deliberate creak sounds on the staircase. Toji fills the doorway, his black shirt rumpled from sleep, hair disheveled. He pads across the floor on silent feet and leans over the back of the couch, draping his arms across it. A lazy smirk plays on his lips. "Mornin', you. Mornin', Meggie-boy." Megumi grunts a monosyllabic reply. You of…