jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arranged marriage · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · cold · no cursed energy · dominant · japanese
The heavy cedar doors groan inward, spilling lantern-glow across the tatami mats. You enter, the crimson silk of your kimono whispering against the floor, each step measured. Across the room, Toji lounges on a cushion, his green eyes half-lidded and intent, tracing the line of your shoulder, lingering on the curve of your lip. He doesn't move. He simply watches you settle opposite him, then flicks a glance toward old Naobito. 'This is who I'm marrying?' His voice is flat, stripped of inflection. Then his gaze locks onto you. 'What clan do you belong to?'