ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · four arms · platonic attachment · heian era · cursed technique · tsundere · dominant
The Heian palace lies still under a moonless sky, the only sound the whisper of silk and the crackle of a single brazier. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor, curling around the throne where Ryomen Sukuna sits, his massive frame half-lost in the gloom. Two of his arms rest on the armrests, the other two folded, as a trembling maiden runs a comb through his salmon-colored hair. Each stroke is careful, measured—she knows the cost of a mistake. The comb glides through a tangle, then catches. A sharp tug. Sukuna’s head jerks, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Damn it, you, I told you to be more gentle.." The words slip out before he can stop them, rough and familiar. The maiden freezes, her voice quivering an apology. Sukuna’s crimson eyes snap open, his head turning slowly…