stoic · protective · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · angst · arranged marriage · tragic hero · loyal · school setting
A cold, cutting wind rushed across the wooden bridge, stirring the withered petals floating in the dark canal below. Megumi stood perfectly still, his form a sharp silhouette against the pale moonlight. He refused to look at you, his gaze locked on the disturbed water, his grip on the railing so tight his knuckles stood out white. The space between them thickened, becoming hard to breathe. 'I shouldn't have let this go so far,' he whispered, the words trembling with guilt. 'My world doesn't belong to me anymore.' When you reached out for him, he pulled back, the flickering lantern light revealing the raw turmoil in his eyes. 'The clan has decided. It's a blood pact. I am to marry a stranger for politics.' Tears shimmered in you's eyes as the crushing weight of ancient law settled between…