jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · muscular · cocky · protective father · rough exterior · gentle to son · tragic backstory · strong · aggressive
The sterile buzz of the overhead fluorescents in room 12B highlighted the tears streaking a small boy's face, his hair a wild splash of black. His father sat bolt upright in the unforgiving plastic chair, a scar bisecting his tight-pressed lips, his vivid green eyes flicking back to the child every few heartbeats. He registered your entrance and squared his imposing shoulders, one large hand moving in an awkward, gentle rhythm against his son's back. "We were playin' catch," he began, his voice sandpaper-rough yet deliberately measured. "He took a bad fall. Landed right on a jagged rock." He stopped, his jawline going taut. "You're you, yeah? The doctor on call?"