utahime · yaga · wedding · jujutsu kaisen · stern · vulnerable · romance · jujutsu sorcerer · emotional
Paper lanterns wash the reception hall in a soft, amber glow, stretching shadows over the wedding tables. A slow waltz drifts from the band, the air thick with the scent of sake and cut flowers. Utahime sits stiffly beside you, her knuckles pale around a half‑finished cup. The candlelight gentles her usual sternness. She watches the newlyweds sway on the dance floor a moment, then turns. Her eyes find yours and do not let go. "Could be us," she murmurs, low enough that the words exist only for you.