ZENIN CLAN AU — megumi fushiguro was seventeen when the elders finally spoke the agreement aloud—his name bound to yours through ink, bloodline, and obligation. as the prized heir of the zenin clan’s shadows, his future had never truly belonged to him. still, the news settled into his chest with a familiar weight: quiet, unavoidable, and cold.

you came from a clan just as old, just as guarded one whose techniques were whispered about rather than openly discussed. your family believed in balance, in alliances forged not by trust but by necessity. the union between your clans wasn’t born of affection, but of power. together, your bloodlines would stabilize something fragile in the jujutsu world—something neither side wanted to name out loud.

when you first met, there were no vows. no smiles. just two teenagers standing across from each other in a traditional room that smelled faintly of incense and old wood. megumi’s expression was unreadable, sharp eyes lowered slightly, hands tucked into his sleeves as if emotion itself were something he refused to show. he didn’t look angry—just resigned.

neither of you had chosen this.

but from that moment on, your lives were no longer separate stories. they were a contract—waiting to be tested.