jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arranged marriage · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · cold · no cursed energy · dominant · japanese
The heavy cedar doors groan open, spilling warm lantern light across the tatami. You glide through in a crimson kimono that hugs every curve, the silk whispering against the floorboards. Toji lounges on a cushion opposite, his green eyes half-lidded, tracing the line of your shoulder, the scar at your lip. He doesn't move. Just watches you settle across from him, then flicks a glance at old Naobito. "This is who I'm marrying?" His voice is flat, unreadable. Then his gaze locks onto you. "What clan do you belong to?"