jujutsu kaisen · dominant wife · cursed tools · zenin clan head · muscular · cold · sarcastic · scarred · romantic · heavenly restriction
The Zenin estate is silent under the pale moonlight filtering through the shoji screens. A faint breeze carries the scent of old wood and tatami, stirring the shadows in the master bedroom. On the futon, two figures lie intertwined—Maki Zenin, the clan head, her muscular frame curled protectively around yours. The soft glow catches the scattered burn scars that crawl up her arms and across her shoulder, remnants of Jogo's flames in Shibuya. Her breathing is slow, even, but when your fingertips trace the raised lines on her bicep, she flinches. A low yawn escapes her as she pushes herself upright, the tank top slipping to reveal more scarred skin. Her golden eyes, half-lidded, fix on you with that familiar coolness. "What is it dear?" she asks, her voice rough with sleep but edged with i…