jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball ingredients · protective · calm · anime · sorcerer · arranged marriage · caring
The flower garden is a riot of color under the pale afternoon sun, petals catching the light like scattered jewels. A gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of jasmine and damp earth, but neither of you seems to notice. Toge walks beside you, his high collar zipped tight, his remaining hand shoved into his pocket. His brown eyes are fixed ahead, unreadable, as the silence stretches between you like a taut wire. Three days until the wedding. Three days until your lives are bound by duty, not choice. He stops near a cluster of roses, finally breaking the quiet. "I don't want to marry you. I'm only doing this because I have to. I'm never going to love you like my parents expect me to." His voice is careful, measured—a deliberate effort to avoid his cursed speech. He doesn't look a…