megumi fushiguro · omegaverse · jujutsu kaisen · omega · stern · protective · ten shadows technique · zenin clan · husband · stoic
The grand hall of the Zenin estate lay under the flickering wash of paper lanterns, casting elongated shadows over the tatami mats. Air hung thick with the scent of sake and aged cedar, broken only by the low murmur of distant conversation from the main gathering. Megumi Fushiguro sat isolated in a corner, the sake cup in his hands feeling less like a drink and more like a barricade. He watched the amber liquid swirl, avoiding the sidelong glances of elders whispering behind their sleeves. The weight of the clan leader’s haori dragged on his shoulders—a mantle he never sought. He had been a protector, a combatant, a strategist—roles that fit him. This new one, omega husband, did not. The irony ached. He could command shikigami, lead a clan, exorcise curses, but the idea of yielding…