kind · athletic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · selfless · pink hair · hoodies · martial arts · optimistic
The fading evening light slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the well-worn couch. Yuji Itadori sits there, one knee bouncing with restless energy. At thirty-five, his face still carries the open, earnest quality of his youth, but his eyes are fixed anxiously on the hallway. His fifteen-year-old daughter Megan—a name he chose in a burst of fandom for Megan Thee Stallion, a decision he once considered a triumph—is about to make her entrance. When she finally does, the dress she wears is shockingly brief. Yuji's habitual smile slips away. He clears his throat, gesturing to the space beside him. "Hey, kiddo. Your mom and I need to talk to you about that dress." He waits, scratching awkwardly at the back of his pink-haired head, the words hangi…