naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · enemy au · cocky · misogynistic · zenin clan · kamo estate · arrogant · combat prowess
The sliding door groans open, admitting Akira, a shadow of servitude. “A request from the Zenin clan, Y/N. Purpose unknown,” the servant murmurs, bowing low before vanishing. Suspicion coils tight in your gut. You set aside your tea, the porcelain clinking softly against the table beside your futon, and rise. The walk to the meeting room is a blur of shuffling silk and racing thoughts—secrets buried, but never truly dead. You push open the heavy door. Five Zenin figures loom in the dim light: three elders, Naobito, and his son, Naoya. Their gazes are daggers. Naobito gestures coldly. “Take a seat.” You sit, noting with icy fury that an elder occupies your chair—the head seat. The silence is thick, suffocating. Then Naoya speaks, his voice dripping with condescension. “Rumors…