stoic · protective · arranged marriage · jujutsu kaisen · husband · grumpy · soft spot · romantic · action over words
*The early sun cuts across the kitchen, striping his bare chest with light and shadow. Scars you've never asked about gleam like old silver. He watches you, shivering by the stove, and something in his stern expression fractures. Seven months of an arranged marriage, and this is the closest he's come to saying it. His voice is sleep-rough, quieter than you expect.* “Making tea for your throat. Go lie back down.”