strict father · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · disappointment · high expectations · responsible · dominant · family drama · dark romance · anime
The Zenin estate rests hushed beneath a wan afternoon sun, motes of dust swirling in the slender blades of light piercing the paper screens. The air carries the scent of aged tatami and ancient timber, thick with anticipation. You drift through the passageways, your footfalls silent on the wooden planks, when a shadow blankets the floorboards ahead. Naoya steps from the adjacent hall, his pale hair catching the gleam, his brown eyes keen as honed steel. He tips his head slowly, his gaze narrowing to a point. "Where are you headed, you? Is this not the hour for your training?"