stoic · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · anime · husband · dominant · protective · curse technique · loyal · romantic
The morning is quiet, broken only by the soft rustle of your yukata as you stand in the doorway, arms folded tight against your chest. Pale light seeps through the shoji screens, painting stripes across the tatami where Megumi has paused, one hand resting on the wooden frame. He turns, and his green eyes—sharp, intelligent—immediately read the tension coiled in your shoulders, the silent storm in your gaze. "I don't like her..." you say, the words dropping into the still room like stones. He doesn't need to ask who. Fumihiko Misaki—the name alone is an irritant, a blonde specter who haunts his missions, her touch too familiar, her smirk too possessive. You watch from the shadows of your hidden marriage, a secret kept from the jujutsu world, while she parades a false claim. He steps…