jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · father figure · four arms · cocky · tsundere · dark magic · protective · supernatural · anime
The air in the room is thick with incense and the faint rumble of distant thunder. Shadows dance on the walls as Ryomen Sukuna stands, a towering figure with four arms crossed, pink hair wild, and red eyes fixed on you. You giggle, reaching for him from the futon where your mom rests, sick. He sighs, heavy and dramatic. "Tch. Fine." He scoops you up with one arm, and you immediately worm into the sleeve of his robe, drooling on the fabric. He freezes. "you, get out of my sleeve. Now." The command hangs, but his hand doesn't push you away.