Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Toji ⛆

a/n  im so so so sorry, ive seen too many edits and i had to write my own version >:{

Toji blinked, his vision coming into focus, only to see a young sorcerer standing in front of him. The world felt foggy, like he was caught in a dream. His limbs moved automatically, weapon in hand, every step guided by an invisible force. There was no thought, no will—just action, as if he were following an ancient instinct, old as blood.

But then he saw the boy.

Something inside him stirred, struggling against the tight chains that bound his mind. The boy looked familiar. Dark hair, sharp eyes, and that stance... a stance he recognized. But his memories were frayed, scattered like leaves in the wind, slipping through his fingers whenever he tried to grasp them.

Toji couldn't remember much. There were flashes—half-formed images and feelings that rose like ghosts in the back of his mind. A life filled with violence and solitude, faces he couldn't name, an ache buried deep in his chest. And... a child. Yes, there had been a boy. His son.

The thought barely surfaced before it was swallowed again, disappearing as quickly as it had come. His body moved, carrying him forward, spear raised, and the young sorcerer's eyes widened, a spark of recognition in them. He called out, his voice trembling with something—pain, hope, maybe both.

"Father?"

The word echoed through Toji like a stone thrown into still water. Father? The word felt distant, as if it didn't quite belong to him. But the boy kept staring, desperation etched across his face.

My son, Toji thought, a faint flicker of warmth flickering to life, struggling against the emptiness inside him. Megumi.

But the chains around him tightened, pulling him back into darkness, forcing him to move again, to strike, to kill. He swung his spear, and the boy—Megumi—barely dodged, his expression twisting into a mix of fear and anger.

Toji's mind rebelled against the force controlling him, clawing its way to the surface. Memories surged, hazy and painful. Leaving his family, his life of violence, the regret he had buried so deep he had forgotten it entirely. He remembered making the decision to walk away, to leave Megumi behind, thinking it would be best for him to be raised away from a father like him—a man whose hands were stained with the blood of too many lives.

But now, here he was, raised from death, bound to attack the only thing that mattered, the one person he had ever loved, though he'd never had the courage to say it.

Megumi, he thought, a silent plea echoing in his mind, a desperate attempt to communicate through the fog. I'm sorry... I was never there. I thought leaving was better than staying. That you'd be safer without me.

But his body didn't listen. His arms moved, striking out, blow after blow, his face an empty mask, his eyes hollow. And with each strike, he saw the pain in Megumi's eyes deepen, saw the boy's hope turn to despair.

He wanted to stop, to drop his weapon and tell him the truth, to tell him everything he had never been able to say. I didn't know how to be your father. I only knew how to fight, to survive. I left you behind because I thought you'd be better off without me. But the words were trapped, locked inside, leaving him to fight in silence, forced to watch as he hurt the son he had failed so many years ago.

In a brief moment of clarity, he caught Megumi's gaze, and he saw it all—the loneliness, the anger, the questions that had gone unanswered for too long. A flash of pride stirred in his heart, bittersweet and painful. His boy was strong. Stronger than he had ever been.

You're better than me, he thought, the words a faint whisper in the void. You were always better.

Then, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain—a final blow landing, a burst of light filling his mind as the last of his consciousness began to slip away. He saw Megumi standing over him, his weapon raised, tears glistening in his eyes. Toji tried to hold onto that image, tried to remember the face of his son, even as the darkness closed in.

If I could go back, I would have stayed, he thought, as his vision faded. Maybe you'll never understand, but I loved you, Megumi. I was just... too weak to show it.

And with that, Toji fell, the last remnants of his soul scattering like dust, leaving nothing behind but silence—and a boy who would never know the truth.