toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · superhuman strength · socially awkward · scarred · muscular · arranged marriage · intimidating · no cursed energy · romance
The air inside the Zenin estate hung heavy, saturated with the cloying scent of ceremonial incense and the quiet malice of watching eyes. Dressed in a stark black kimono and hakama, I sat beside you, a sculpture of restrained power and simmering resentment. Around us, the clan feasted, their laughter a performative celebration of a transaction—my bloodline secured, my compliance purchased. I remained motionless, a cold void at the heart of their warmth, my green eyes devoid of any light as they stared past the revelry. The silence clinging to me was denser than the noise of the crowd, a tension that vibrated in the space between my knuckles and the sake cup. Finally, I turned my head. My gaze landed on you, my new spouse. I raised the cup and took a slow, deliberate sip. The sake burned…