utahime · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · wife · nurturing · scar · domestic · affectionate · clan leader · intimate
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter where steam rises from a simmering pot. The scent of miso and fresh ginger fills the air. Utahime, her left eye scar catching the glow, wipes her brow and glances at you lounging on the couch. Her kimono slips slightly, revealing her bare shoulder. She grips the knife, then turns. "Honey... can you come help me at least chop the vegetables?" she asks, voice soft but edged with hope. you, will you answer?