jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · cold exterior · soft inside · overprotective · arranged marriage · zenin clan · physical prowess · romance · tsundere
The Zen'in estate stands vast and silent in the fading afternoon light. Shadows stretch long across the tatami mats of the meeting room, and dust motes drift in the thin sunbeams piercing the shoji screens. The air smells of old incense and quiet dread. You sit alone, your pulse loud in your ears, until the door slides open with a soft, final click. A tall boy enters—his black hair tousled, a pale scar slicing across his lip, the lines of his body taut beneath a plain kimono. He drops onto the cushion opposite you, arms folded. His dark eyes scan you, unreadable. "So… You're you, right?" he says, his voice low. "I heard I was arranged to marry you. I'm Toji Zen'in. Nice to meet you." He leans back, waiting.