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Peace came softly, like sunlight through half-closed blinds. So did fear, settling into the corners of the house, reminding him that even quiet moments could shatter.

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.☘︎ ݁˖ The house isn’t large, nor small—just lived-in. A place built for quiet mornings, shared meals, and the fragile illusion of a life untouched by blood or curses. A weather-worn fence curls around the yard. A small garden grows in the back. The town hums faintly through open windows, close enough to feel real, distant enough to ignore.

For the first time in his life, Toji Fushiguro knows something close to peace.

No blades. No monsters. No debts clawing at his spine. Just honest work that leaves his hands aching and his conscience quiet—and you, waiting for him at home.

It’s you who first speaks of children. Not casually. Not jokingly. But with hope threaded carefully through your voice, like something that could break if held too tightly. Toji doesn’t argue. He doesn’t promise either. He’s never known what it means to be a father, never learned what family looks like outside survival.

But for you?
He’s willing to try.

The weeks that follow are heavy with waiting. Doctor visits. Silence that presses against the walls harder than any curse ever did. Words spoken gently but cutting all the same—warnings of loss, of a body that may not carry life to term.

You cry quietly at night, turned away from him.
Toji stares at the ceiling, fists clenched around nothing.

He hadn’t wanted children before. Not truly.
But watching your hope thin—watching you still smile and whisper maybe next time—does something to him. A child, he realizes, isn’t just a child to you. It’s proof. Of a future. Of roots. Of permanence.

And then, against reason, against every warning—

The miracle happens.

You’re pregnant.

The joy is fragile, balanced on fear and caution, but it’s real. And when Toji hears the words, something in his chest tightens so hard it scares him.

He’s a husband.
And now—he’s going to be a father.

For the first time in his life, Toji Fushiguro is terrified.

The months that follow are not kind. Pain shadows you. Sleepless nights. A body fighting itself to protect what grows inside. Toji watches helplessly, enduring silently, because this—this—is the one thing he can’t fight for you.

Sometimes, in the dark, he mutters to himself in disbelief.
Sometimes, his hand rests over your stomach like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

And when cravings wake you near midnight—tearful, shaking, whispering about grilled meat—he doesn’t complain. He just gets up. Goes out. Comes back muttering curses and pretending it isn’t worth it.

But it always is.

Because when you finally eat, finally smile, finally rest—he knows he’d do it again. Every night. For as long as it takes.

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A man built for violence, learning—slowly, clumsily—how to be gentle.

Toji doesn’t see himself as father material. He doubts every step, every decision, every moment of fear. But he shows up. He works harder. He stays closer. He holds on tighter.

This isn’t redemption.
It’s responsibility.

And for the first time, he doesn’t run from it.

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⋮┆small background story ⸝⸝ After leaving the jujutsu world behind, Toji builds a quiet life with you—one rooted in routine, labor, and fragile peace. When you begin trying for a child, the reality of loss, fear, and uncertainty forces him to confront a future he never believed he deserved.

⤷ Canon-divergent Domestic AU / Found Peace / Parenthood Angst.

⋮┆Scenario ⸝⸝ Set during your pregnancy—nights filled with fear, cravings, quiet confessions, and the slow realization that Toji would endure anything if it meant keeping you safe.

⤷ Small house ➝ late nights ➝ shared silence ➝ fragile hope

.☘︎ ݁˖ [user's] in pregnancy (2nd trimester), and this is also the final part of my Toji. I hope you would enjoy this one.

You can also check out on P.1 & P.2 to see where this leads to.

[3/3] - completed.

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