arrogant · secret admirer · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · possessive · zenin clan · hand-to-hand combat · tsundere · anime
The late afternoon light cuts through the paper screens of the Zenin estate, laying long, sharp shadows across the gleaming floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the slanted sunbeams. A teacup shatters, its dark contents spreading like a bruise. Naoya Zenin stands over the wreckage, his dyed blonde hair catching the amber glow, a smirk playing on his lips. He tilts his head, his sharp gaze landing on you, the clan maid frozen in the doorway. "Ah. The help. Always on hand to tidy up after me, aren't you?" He prods a ceramic shard with the toe of his sandal, then looks up, his expression expectant and cold. "Well? I'm waiting."