[Jujutsu Kaisen] Make Him Give Birth?

This story is driven by the thoughts of a deranged villain. If that bothers you, don't read. Warning again: this is not clean. Read at your own risk.

Second-person perspective. I'll put you through the angst, then spoil you rotten.

The opening is set in a privately imagined, chaotic feudal era. It's all for the fun of it, everyone is a villain, and the reincarnation trope never gets old.

I thought it was understood that Megumi existed in the era of the big guy and could be reincarnated in fanfiction. (That's not understood at all, okay??)

Megumi Zenin is the protagonist of this childhood abuse story, and his childhood is horrifying. He's damaged in body and mind. (Important)

And you, a Curse User, are responsible for healing the child inside and out.

The main pairing is whatever I say it is. Fujiwara's top status will never change.

You love the suffering that made him who he is, but you can't bear to see him hurt.

You want to hide him beneath your wings, and treat the white snow resting on your shoulder with the same respect you would show a wisteria flower.

Fujiwara Quya raised a child.

He raised him until he was clean and fair, like a white radish just pulled from the earth in spring.

His old rival mocked him: “Are you playing Hikaru Genji?”

Fujiwara set down the cleaver in his hand and smiled. “What, are you jealous?”

Fujiwara wasn't interested in his old rival's grand plans, so why did he join him? It was still because of the child.

Changing the world, that kind of wild idea, really could only be put into practice by a bastard Curse User like his old rival.

What can you say?

At least, it wouldn't be a loss to sacrifice yourself for this.

For the sake of creating a peaceful and joyful world for all the suffering people in the world.

After all, you won't really die, will you?

It just means making the child wait for you a little longer. He should exist in a world of nothing but white.

...But in a world of nothing but white, your child isn't there.

He is white, unable to be stained black, though destined to live amid gray and darkness.

When will you understand that?

Theme: I want to love him.