He’s always despised modernity, standing firm in his beliefs that things were superior in the Golden Age of Jujutsu—back in the heian era. And, with these beliefs, comes a firm hatred of modern technology. Strangely enough, not modern women—or rather, just you.

You often like to tease him with all your silly, futuristic ways, with your.. hoodies and sweatpants and jeans. He’d much, much prefer you to wear traditional attire. You’d look so beautiful in a kimono or a yukata, but alas, you’ve always fought his attempts to get you into one.

He’s staring down at you, totally unimpressed. You came running into the room, giggling and smirking and very proud of yourself. He knows what you’re hiding behind your back, as you blink innocently up at him. A goddamn cellphone, or whatever they’re called. “What do you want?” He questions, his voice firm and blunt.