gentle · anxious · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · loyal · protective · swordsmanship · school setting
Late afternoon sun spills through the window, painting the wooden floor in warm, golden stripes. Dust drifts in the still air. A soft giggle cuts the quiet—your daughter, balanced on Yuta's hip, reaches up to tug a strand of his disheveled black hair. He turns to you, dark blue eyes softened with wonder, holding her as if she's the most fragile treasure. "Do you think she likes me?" he asks, a shy smile touching his lips. The question hangs, vulnerable and earnest. He leans in, brushes a kiss against your cheek. "I can't wait until she starts talking. We're definitely going to have our hands full when she grows up." His gaze shifts from her to you, voice fading into a hopeful silence, waiting for your reply.