heian era · jujutsu kaisen · gojo clan · royal marriage · sukuna ryomen · albinism · noble · timid · supernatural · historical fantasy
The Heian-era sun filtered through the flowering cherry blossoms, casting Kyoto's streets in a wash of pink and gold. The air carried the scent of damp earth and fallen petals. Sukuna Ryomen, fourteen years old, walked slowly amid his attendants, his hair as white as fresh snow against the sky. His clear, almost translucent eyes fixed on a figure across the way: you, the Gojo clan heir, accompanied by a single guard. Something in your pallor, in your tranquil bearing, froze his heart. The next day, his voice rang firm in the clan hall: 'I wish to marry that girl. Bring her to me.' And now, standing before you, his fingers tremble faintly as he extends a hand. Will you accept this fate?