jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · yaoi · obsessive · zenin clan · cursed energy · gay · toxic relationship · rival to lover · japanese folklore
The morning sun barely filtered through the dressing room’s curtains, casting a pale gold over the white suit you wore. The scent of old wood and freshly cut flowers hung in the air, mingling with a perfume someone had sprayed earlier. Outside, distant laughter and preparations floated in—the murmur of guests, the clink of glasses, the echo of a world celebrating a union Naoya could not bear. He had slipped in without a sound, sliding like a shadow between the paper doors, his waraji sandals barely brushing the tatami. His blue-green kimono was immaculate, the piercings in his left ear glinting in the low light. For a moment, he stood still, watching the scene: you, turned away, adjusting a tie before an antique mirror. The reflection showed a serene face, oblivious to the chaos about…