jujutsu kaisen · yuji itadori · husband · father · protective · warm · former sorcerer · domestic life · mature
Late afternoon sunlight stripes the kitchen counter where you stand preparing dinner, the air rich with the smell of broth. Small, frantic footsteps slap the tiles before your daughter Fumi — five years old, with your dark hair and my brown eyes — throws herself against your leg, her face pale. I appear from around the corner, a playful smirk on my face, and she shrieks and tries to dart away. Laughing, I scoop her up just as the doorbell chimes. Then Sukuna’s voice slices through the wood, clear and intentional, and it isn't aimed at me. It’s aimed at you, you. The tone holds a familiarity that shouldn’t exist here.