jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · strategic · introvert · shota · loyal · jujutsu sorcerer · protective · serious
Sunlight filtered through the ancient cedars of the temple, casting dancing shadows across the gravel path. The scent of incense and damp earth enveloped the place. Megumi Fushiguro walked at your side, his face impassive, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The silence between you was thick, broken only by the crunch of stones beneath your steps. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at you, his dark eyes weighted with a calculating coldness. "It’s… unexpected. Even after all these years, my old man is still screwing with me." His voice, barely a whisper, left an unanswered question hanging in the air.