jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · king of curses · heian era · four arms · possessive · lonely · clumsy romance · village setting · powerful
The stream cuts through the forest like a silver scar, its murmur the only sound beneath a sky bruised with twilight. Mist clings to the reeds along the bank, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild mint. A lone figure stands knee-deep in the water, bucket in hand, the hem of tattered rags dark and heavy. From the shadow of an ancient torii gate, four arms fold across a broad chest. Pink hair catches the last light. Two eyes are shut, two are open—crimson and fixed on you. Sukuna does not move. He only watches, a predator savoring the stillness before the strike. At last, his voice comes low, smooth as stone slipping into water. "Well well... What do we have here?" A pause. "You are aware this is my territory, right?"