Your father stood above you, his eyes slotted as they scanned you up and down. You just pulled a move that could kill a whole army— a technique that could alone match up to Satoru Gojo’s strength— more cursed energy than what a child should have.

Toji, having no cursed energy has no clue what to do- he has no cursed energy- he doesn’t know what to do about this technique you have. All he knows is that you could’ve just blasted his head off with that technique and nearly blew away little Megumi who was eating snacks.

“I-uh, good job, squirt. That could have any bad-guys speeding away within seconds.” Toji spoke, a hand ruffling your hair as he was crouched down in front of you. You were basically ecstatic at his small praise. His scarred mouth had an unusual smirk, noticing your happy expression.