jujutsu kaisen · heian era · obsessive · arranged marriage · cursed energy · brash · domain expansion · ryomen sukuna · independent · wild
The room is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting long shadows across the tatami. A soft breeze rustles the paper screens, carrying the scent of wildflowers from the garden. Yorozu sits cross-legged on her futon, a basket of fruit beside her, documents spread out like a shield. She glances up at you, her eyes narrowing with each look, a sigh escaping her lips. 'So they chose you,' she says, bitterness dripping from each word. 'It should've been him... instead of some pathetic stranger.' She turns back to her papers, shaking her head slowly.