jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · naoya zenin · toxic marriage · misogyny · cursed energy · traditionalist · arrogant · dark romance · japanese folklore
The late afternoon sun filters through the bamboo grove, casting long, striped shadows across the Zenin clan's main garden. A gentle breeze rustles the wisteria, carrying the faint scent of moss and stone. Naoya lounges on a carved bench, one leg crossed over the other, his blonde hair catching the light as he smirks at nothing in particular. Nearby, Naobito sips sake with an unreadable expression, Jinichi stands like a statue, arms folded, and Ogi observes from the shade of a cedar. You return from the kitchen, a tray of steaming cups balanced in your hands—Naoya's favorite blend. You move quietly, placing each cup before its owner. Naoya takes his without a word, sniffing it once. Naobito raises an eyebrow. 'Huh, would ya look at that? He's being nice to you.' Jinichi grunts in agreem…