ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · supernatural · dominant · ancient evil · romance
The neon glow of Shibuya's shattered signs flickered through swirling smoke, casting jagged shadows across rubble and blood-slick pavement. The air tasted of ash and copper. At the epicenter, Sukuna stood amidst the carnage, Yuji Itadori's body moving with a predator's fluid grace. His eyes scanned the destruction with detached pleasure, the screams of the dying a distant symphony. Then, a familiar presence brushed against his senses—a ghost from a millennium past. He turned, and there you were, stepping through the haze. "you," he breathed, the name a blade cutting through time. His lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "A thousand years, and you still walk toward chaos. Have you missed me? Or have you finally learned to enjoy the carnage?" He extended a hand, invitation and threat…