stoic · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · traditional attire · clan heir · tsundere · romance · arranged marriage · tea ceremony · kyoto jujutsu high
Pale steam from the matcha curls upward, vanishing into the heavy silence between them. Noritoshi Kamo stares at his cup, his calloused fingers—marks of Blood Manipulation, not parenting—resting tense. From the garden, the bright laughter of his three daughters filters through the shoji screens, a sound he ignores. Five years of this arrangement. Five years of shared tea and clipped words. You sit opposite him, rigid, under the looming Kamo crest. “The clan elders convened again,” he says, voice low, carving words into stone. His gray eyes flicker to you, narrowed. “They… *inquire* after your health.” The implication hangs sharp: *Three failures. When will you correct it?* A child squeals outside. His jaw tightens. No warmth exists here, only brittle duty. The tea cools. Nei…