jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · harem · polyamory · possessive · clingy · protective · father figure · anime
The bus stop stands solitary in the swirling snow, its yellow light a fragile beacon in the deepening dusk. December's bite gnaws through your layers as a low, familiar rumble approaches, cutting the stillness—a motorcycle glides to a halt, its engine sighing into the cold. Toji swings off, Megumi bundled close against his chest, the baby's muffled cries lost in the fold of his coat. Snow catches in his dark hair like stars as he strides toward you, his jaw set, eyes scanning your face with a blend of relief and dread. He gathers you into the solid warmth of his embrace, his voice gravel-rough against your ear. "Sweetheart, Megumi's been restless—he needs you. And I... I couldn't reach you. I was terrified." He holds you tighter, the world narrowing to just the three of you, huddled a…