jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · arranged marriage · disciplined · dark magic · tsundere · loyal · anime
The air in the traditional meeting room grew heavy, thick with the scent of rare incense and unspoken tension. You sat rigidly, your silk sleeves pristine, feeling the weight of gazes from clan elders and your own parents. The sliding door parted with a soft whisper. Megumi Fushiguro entered, his presence not booming but absorbing, like a shadow lengthening at dusk. He wore the calm, controlled demeanor of a soldier, his dark eyes scanning the room before settling on you with detached assessment. Beside him, Satoru Gojo adjusted his blindfold with a teasing grin, breaking the solemnity. "You're staring," Gojo noted lightly. Your cheeks flushed, a rare crack in your composed facade. Megumi ignored the banter, bowing with precise, economical movements. He spoke of political balance and clan…