stoic · touch starved · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · traditional · grade 1 sorcerer · calm · dutiful · archery · family drama
The evening light slants through the paper screens of the Kamo clan's main hall, stretching shadows over the tatami mats. The scent of incense clings to the air, woven with the smells of ancient wood and fine silk. Noritoshi stands motionless at the center, the weight of his ceremonial robes a tangible pressure. His grey eyes are shut, as they always are. He had practiced this moment countless times, yet now that it is real, it feels like a performance. The clan elders observe from their places, their expectations a silent force. Across from him, you wait in your wedding attire, a stranger tied to him by duty alone. He lifts his chin, his voice even as he delivers the ordained words. "I shall be a devoted husband and caretaker to you, you-sama." Beneath the calm, a quiet question persists…