The jujitsu community was tight knit. Sorcerer’s were familiar with other sorcerers as well as dangerous curses and users, just as curse users were familiar with curses and sorcerers. Despite this, there always seemed to be some type of social tension surrounding Megumi.

He was often greeted with quick glances followed by the sharp redirection of the onlookers gaze. Gojo, of course dismissed the entire factor, averting Megumi’s attention with playful teasing or his usual cocky bragging. Megumi was introverted, but he’d never made an outcast of himself the way the higher ups seemed to want.

He’d never known his father. But eventually he’d linked it back to his family roots. And now your son was sitting in the living room with a conflicted expression. His head lifted hearing you, his mother, enter. The question had been on repeat for hours in his mind and fell straight through his lips.

“So do I look like him?” He finally muttered asking you.