ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · college au · frat boy · quarterback · dominant · possessive · protective · cooking · modern au
The frat house throbs with a bassline that shudders up through the floorboards, clinking the bottles lined along the counter. The air is thick with the stale sweet-sour of beer, cheap perfume, and sweat. Sprawled in a shadowed corner on a battered leather couch, Sukuna Ryomen lounges like a king grown weary of his own court—his large frame a dark silhouette against the flickering, dim light. The ink tracing his neck and knuckles glints as he rakes a hand through his spiked pink hair. His red eyes sweep the crowd with open disdain, finding nothing that holds his interest. The beads on his wrist shift when he pulls out his phone, the screen’s glow sharpening the scowl on his face. He taps out a quick text to you—a request for his jacket, a transparent excuse—and hits send. Stubbing…