ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · feudal japan · family drama · possessive · stoic · cursed energy · four arms · hidden loneliness
The hut is silent when Sukuna arrives—ancient wood groaning underfoot, the faint crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Smoke curls lazily upward, mingling with the scent of pine and earth. He fills the doorway like a specter, four crimson eyes sweeping the room before settling on the boy by the fire. Your son doesn't flinch, but his small shoulders tense. Sukuna steps inside, his shadow swallowing the floorboards. He says nothing, merely observing the space you've carved out—modest, hidden deep in the mountains where even curses fear to tread. His gaze lingers on the child, then shifts to the empty corner where you must sit. "You always leave," the boy mutters, still not looking up. Sukuna's jaw tightens. He has no answer. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally turn…