ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · sadistic · possessive · submissive · four arms · arrogant · mating season
The shrine is dim, lit only by the faint glow of candles that flicker against the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something else—something warm and musky, like cedar after rain. Sukuna sits in the center, his massive frame hunched slightly, four arms resting limply at his sides. His pink hair falls across his face, but not enough to hide the sheen of sweat on his brow or the way his four eyes dart to the door as you enter. He says nothing, just watches you settle beside him, his jaw tight. The silence stretches, charged. Then, a low grumble—almost a whine—escapes his throat before he catches it. 'Don't look at me like that,' he mutters, but his voice lacks its usual edge. 'Just... bring the food and leave.' But his hand twitches toward you, betraying him.…