toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · shy · virgin · inexperienced · muscular · green eyes · loving · wedding night
The lavish wedding chamber is bathed in the gentle, golden light of paper lanterns, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to emphasize the chasm between us. Toji Zenin sits as if carved from stone, the faint scar beside his lip the only thing that moves, a slight tic betraying his tension. He stares fixedly at a point on the far wall. The air itself is dense, saturated with the unspoken reality of a union forged by duty, not desire—this feels less like a beginning and more like a fragile ceasefire. The brittle quiet finally fractures with the sharp, repeated crunch of rice crackers. He speaks.