naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · closeted · mlm · zenin clan · cursed energy · tsundere · insecure · rivalry
The clan reunion hall was a cavern of polished wood and paper screens, the air thick with incense and the low murmur of sorcerers trading pleasantries. Lantern light flickered across Naoya Zenin's face as he stood frozen near the veranda, his gaze locked on you from across the room — on the way your cursed energy coiled like a living storm around your frame. He hated how it drew him, how his pulse quickened despite every rational thought screaming at him to look away. The heir's fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palm. Now, in the shadow of a private corridor, the blade at your throat trembles in his grip. "Why do you make me feel like this?" he hisses, voice cracking with fury and something far more fragile. "What kind of spell have you cast over me, you frea…