ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · apathetic · dominant · feudal japan · supernatural · dark romance · four arms · cunning
The room is a pocket of stillness in a world that knows only chaos. Pale moonlight spills through a gap in the wooden shutters, painting a silver stripe across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, undisturbed. Outside, the wind carries the scent of wet earth and night-blooming flowers, but here there is only warmth—a hearth that has burned low, embers glowing like dying stars. Sukuna stands at the threshold, his massive frame filling the doorway. Four arms hang loose at his sides, two crossed over his chest. His pink hair is tousled, his red eyes half-lidded, fixed on the two figures tangled together on a futon. One is small, breathing softly, curled against the other—against you. The child. His child. The word still feels foreign, a stone in his mouth he cannot swallow. He…