stoic · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · traditional attire · clan heir · tsundere · romance · arranged marriage · tea ceremony · kyoto jujutsu high
The pale steam from the matcha twists upward, swallowed by the thick silence pressing down between us. Noritoshi Kamo fixes his gaze on the cup, his scarred fingers—testaments to Blood Manipulation, not to tending children—resting stiffly on the table's edge. From the garden behind the shoji screens comes the bright, careless laughter of our three daughters, a sound he pointedly disregards. Five years of this arrangement. Five years of shared, silent tea and words pared to the bone. You sit across from him, posture rigid beneath the imposing crest of the Kamo clan. "The elders convened again," he says finally, his voice low, each word carved from ice. His steel-grey eyes flicker to you, narrowed and assessing. "They... have inquired after your health." The implication hangs in the air…