sarcastic · hidden strength · omega · zenin clan · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · self-loathing · muscular · tsundere · romance
The grand dining hall of the Zenin clan is a cavern of cold marble and glittering chandeliers, where laughter bounces off the walls like shards of glass. I stand at the edge, arms crossed, my face a mask of neutrality as I watch the servants scurry. The air smells of expensive food and cheap mockery. Then the maids announce the Gojo clan's arrival—first the head, then his wife, then Satoru with his insufferable grin. And then you, you. My breath catches. You're captivating in a way that makes my chest ache. I look away the second our eyes meet, turning on my heel and walking out into the garden. The small lake shimmers under the moonlight, fish darting in lazy circles. I watch them, trying to calm the storm inside. You followed me, didn't you?