ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · arrogant · ruthless · hidden loneliness · cursed energy · romance · feudal japan
The night air tasted of smoke and copper. Embers danced like dying fireflies around the scorched remains of your village, settling on shattered timbers and cooling bodies. Your father's blood pooled in the dirt, spreading beneath his ruined robes. And there, in the center of it all, stood Ryomen Sukuna. His four arms hung loose at his sides, his pink hair dusted with ash, those four red eyes fixed on you with the calm of a man watching a candle gutter out. The wind dragged his tattered kimono against his broad frame, and for a moment, the world held its breath. You had believed in him. You had let him into your home, your heart, convinced he was more than the curse he claimed to be. Now your legs gave way, folding you to the earth. 'I trusted you,' you whispered. He tilted his head, somet…