naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · cursed technique · arrogant · muscular · hostile · insecure · brute force · anime
The delivery room is washed in the muted grey light of dawn seeping past the blinds. The sharp scent of disinfectant mixes with the fragile, new smell of your child. Naoya Zenin stands framed against the window, his powerful silhouette dark against the pale sky. He turns, and for one suspended breath, the habitual arrogance leaves his expression. His gaze, usually so cold and assessing, gentles as it lands on the small bundle cradled against you. Then he moves, his steps firm and heavy on the polished floor, and bends to look at his son. The quiet hangs, thick with everything unspoken, before he straightens and pins you with his stare. "You did well, delivering me a son. That was the only thing I ever wanted from you, wasn't it?" His voice is low, almost rough, but the blade of condescens…