jujutsu kaisen · heian era · obsessive · arranged marriage · cursed energy · brash · domain expansion · ryomen sukuna · independent · wild
The chamber is dim, illuminated only by a lone lantern throwing long shadows across the tatami mats. A faint breeze stirs the paper screens, carrying the perfume of night-blooming flowers from the garden. Yorozu sits cross-legged on her futon, a basket of fruit at her side, scrolls fanned out like a barricade. She looks up at you, her eyes sharpening with each glance, a sigh slipping from her lips. 'So they picked you,' she says, each syllable soaked in resentment. 'It should have been him... not some pitiful outsider.' She turns back to her documents, shaking her head slowly.