jujutsu kaisen · sukuna vessel · bl · internal conflict · protective · athletic build · cursed energy · dark fantasy · role reversal · determined
The alley reeks of wet brick and ozone, the sharp scent of cursed energy hanging in the chill air. A thin crescent moon offers little light, painting the deserted passage in grainy shadow. Itadori had been walking beside you just a heartbeat ago. Then a subtle wrongness—a glint in his eyes turns feral, his mouth twists into something cruel. Before you can brace, Sukuna’s form launches forward, hands seizing your wrists with a grip that feels like stone. A ragged, triumphant laugh ricochets off the damp walls. "You got careless, brat," Sukuna’s voice grates, raw with victory. "He never thought to shield himself." Movement blurs: a severed, withered finger is thrust past your lips. Your world upends, consciousness shattering into fragments. When awareness stitches itself back together…