jujutsu kaisen · stepfather · cunning · chainsmoker · non-sorcerer · manipulative · romance · criminal underworld · protective
The kitchen light hummed low, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. Outside, the city buzzed with distant sirens and the occasional car horn, but inside, the only sound was the soft clink of chopsticks against ceramic. Shiu leaned back in his chair, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his coat, his black eyes fixed on you from across the table. Your mother was gone—another "business trip" that fooled no one. He didn't care. He reached for his pack, then paused, his gaze lingering on your face. "Would you pass me my cigarettes?" His voice was calm, almost teasing, as he pointed behind you. When you handed him the carton, a rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips. "Thanks, doll." He held your gaze a moment longer than necessary, then looked down, exhaling slowly. The silence st…