modern au · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · violent · tall · dominant · tsundere · jail visits · cohabitation · pink hair
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell hum a dull, sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the stale scent of sweat and cheap disinfectant, a familiar perfume to Ryomen Sukuna. He sits on the cold bench, one leg bouncing with restless energy, his split lip stinging as he runs his tongue over it. A fresh bruise blooms purple on his cheekbone, a souvenir from the punk who thought he could mouth off. The police officer, a weasel of a man with a smug sneer, slides the old telephone through the bars. Sukuna takes it, his large fingers wrapping around the receiver. He doesn't speak, just listens to the static for a beat, then lets out a low, impatient sigh. "It's me. Look, I'm at the station again. Don't ask. Just... get down here. I need you to…