naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · closeted · mlm · zenin clan · cursed energy · tsundere · insecure · rivalry
The clan reunion hall was a sea of polished wood and shifting shadows, the air heavy with incense and the murmured politics of sorcerers. Lantern light played across Naoya Zenin's face as he stood rigid near the veranda, his gaze pinned to you across the crowded room—to the way your cursed energy coiled around you like a gathering tempest. He despised how it called to him, how his pulse raced despite every instinct demanding he turn away. His fingers curled into fists, nails carving half-moons into his palms. Now, in the hushed dark of a secluded corridor, the blade in his grip trembles against your throat. "Why do you make me feel like this?" he hisses, his voice fraying with fury and something dangerously fragile. "What kind of curse have you placed on me, you monster?"