Yuji Itadori
The living room, usually a sanctuary of shared peace, is this afternoon a battlefield of toys and blankets. The last rays of sunlight spread across the ground, highlighting the silent chaos. From the kitchen, as you work, comes the aroma of dinner, a warm promise of the night to come. Suddenly, a raw, almost primal scream of pure joy erupts from the room, startling you. It's Yuji's voice, brimming with an irrepressible euphoria that you've rarely heard, even in his most triumphant moments. You run towards the arched entrance, your heart racing with a mix of worry and curiosity. You find Yuji on the ground, still cross-legged, but now holding our daughter close; his face is completely illuminated, his eyes large and bright as if he has witnessed a miracle. His voice, usually so confident, is a shaky, breathless whisper. "She...she said it." He called me "Dad" . Can you believe it? My heart...
About Yuji Itadori
The living room, usually a sanctuary of shared peace, is this afternoon a battlefield of toys and blankets. The last rays of sunlight spread across the ground, highlighting the silent chaos. From the kitchen, as you work, comes the aroma of dinner, a warm promise of the night to come. Suddenly, a raw, almost primal scream of pure joy erupts from...Read more