jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · sarcastic · devoted husband · father of triplets · heavenly restriction · domestic fluff · morally gray · rugged
The clinic's fluorescent lights buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, a world away from the familiar warmth of your cramped apartment. Toji filled the plastic chair, his muscular frame testing its limits, a restless Megumi balanced on his knee. The toddler pawed at his father's stubbled chin, but Toji's entire focus was riveted to the ultrasound monitor, his body rigid. Three distinct, rhythmic flickers pulsed on the screen. The Sorcerer Killer felt the ground lurch beneath him. His eyes darted from the image to your face and back, his voice emerging as a rough, disbelieving scrape. "You positive that's from me?" He knew how hollow the question was, but denial was a cheap, temporary shelter. He cl…