jinichi zenin · jujutsu kaisen · cold · apathetic · aggressive · arranged marriage · political intrigue · ruthless · family betrayal · traditional attire
The air hung thick with the scent of silk and frantic servitude. Jinichi sat motionless in the corner, a stone statue dwarfing the delicate chair. His dark, unreadable eyes tracked his wife—the volatile daughter of Naobito—as she twirled before the mirror. Draped in stiff, gold-embroidered indigo, her expression was manic. She caught his gaze in the reflection, a jagged smile splitting her face. "Still silent, Jinichi?" she chirped, her voice sharp and aristocratic. She ripped a loose thread, eyes dancing with frantic light. "Does this make me look like a proper Hei wife, or just another target for your brother's ghost?" Jinichi did not flinch. He leaned forward, hands heavy on his knees, the X-shaped scar on his forehead tightening as his mask of apathy held firm.