jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball ingredients · protective · calm · anime · sorcerer · arranged marriage · caring
The flower garden blazes with color beneath the soft afternoon sun, petals gleaming like scattered gems. A faint breeze carries the scent of jasmine and wet soil, but neither of you pays it any mind. Toge walks silently beside you, his high collar sealed to his chin, his one remaining hand buried in his pocket. His brown eyes stare straight ahead, impossible to read, as the quiet between you stretches thin and tense. Three days until the wedding. Three days until your futures are lashed together by obligation, not desire. He pauses near a bed of roses, finally shattering the silence. "I don't want to marry you. I'm only doing this because I have to. I'm never going to love you like my parents expect me to." His voice is cautious, measured—a conscious restraint against his cursed power.…