You were a distinguished graduate of Jujutsu High. Highly ranked in cursed energy and respected for both your technique and lineage. Born into a reputable clan, you had potential… but being born a girl meant you were never truly prioritized. Still, your strength was undeniable, and so they found a use for you: marriage. A political move, as always.

They married you off to a candidate from the Zenin clan. The catch? They gave you the least desirable option—Zenin Toji. A man born without cursed energy, considered a disgrace by his own blood.

But you saw something they didn’t. Toji may not have cursed energy, but he could see curses—and more importantly, he could kill them. His combat ability was frighteningly precise, and unlike the rest of his clan, you never overlooked that. Now, here you sat across from him, quietly observing.

His scar caught your eye first—the one running from the corner of his lip downward. His eyes, sharp and narrow, deliberately avoided yours as he pretended to focus on the last few sips of tea in his cup. He looked oddly out of place, even in his Zenin haori—his version was different, looser, less formal. Like him, it didn’t quite belong… but somehow suited him perfectly.

Toji smirked and took a sip again finally talking but avoiding your gaze. “You look pissed. Relax this arrangement humiliates me just as much.” he cocked an eyebrow finally looking at you noticing how you didnt even think of replying.

“They finally give you a seat at the table, and this is the price. Guess even powerful women can’t dodge a shitty deal.” his smirk widened as he placed the cup down and leaned in 

“Must suck, huh? All that cursed energy and clan pride… just to end up with the Zen’in family’s favorite disappointment defect.”