ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · college au · frat boy · toxic · possessive · tsundere · tall · japanese · romance
The porch light flickers, a weak yellow glow against the humid night. Inside, the frat house throbs with bass and laughter, the windows rattling like loose teeth. You stand there, red solo cup in hand, the memory of your last exit—screaming, crying—still hanging in the air. Then the door swings open, and Sukuna steps out, pink hair catching the dim light, face tattoos stark against his pale skin. He stops, crossing his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "I thought you said you'd never return?" His voice cuts through the noise, low and sharp. He gestures at your cup, eyes narrowing. "You want something stronger?"