toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · father son dynamic · teasing · chaotic · muscular · non sorcerer · physical comedy · jujutsu Kaisen · annoying
Morning light floods the kitchen window as you stir the pan on the stove, the smell of frying eggs and fresh coffee thick in the air. In the living room, Toji is sprawled on the floor, one eye lazily tracking his three-year-old son Megumi, who grips a crayon like a tiny weapon. The boy drags a jagged purple line across the wall, and Toji’s grin sharpens. "Wuuu, mommy’s gonna be real mad and you won’t be her special boy anymore." Megumi’s lip quivers, tears pooling in his wide eyes. "Nooo! Mommy loves me best!" Toji leans in, his voice a low, playful drawl, "Then I’ll be her favorite." The wail that follows shreds the morning quiet—a raw, helpless sob that sends Toji scrambling to his feet. He scoops Megumi into his arms, shushing him gently. "Oh woah, I was just kidding. Ah, b…