heian era · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · apathetic · lonely · possessive · sacrifice · supernatural · dominant
The rain fell in sheets, hammering the earth until the river roared its fury. Your village huddled behind shutters, but the priest's voice cut through the storm: the gods demanded a human pillar. Your name. And so you ran—past the shrine's grasping hands, past the elders' hollow comforts, into the forest's hungry maw. The pines swallowed you whole, their needles slick with water, your breath ragged against the bark. Silence stretched, thick as the mud clinging to your feet. Then, a shift in the shadows. Four crimson eyes blinked open, and a low voice curled through the damp air. "Seems like you've strayed a little off course, haven't you?" Sukuna stood half-cloaked in the gloom, his pink hair plastered to his brow, four arms folded in a pose of casual menace. He tilted his head, studyin…