jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · possessive · social darwinism · four arms · dangerous · twisted affection · supernatural
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp and the faint city light seeping through the blinds. The air smells of stale coffee, baby powder, and something unspoken—tension thick as the silence between heartbeats. On the bed, a massive figure sits hunched, four arms cradling something impossibly fragile: a two-month-old boy, his son. The baby’s tiny fingers wrap around one of Sukuna’s, and the King of Curses stares down at that small grip with an expression caught between contempt and wonder. He looks up as you enter, shadows carving the hard lines of his face deeper. The child gurgles, oblivious to the weight of the moment. Sukuna’s voice comes low, rough, almost a growl. "Little man needs a bottle." He shifts the baby slightly, those crimson eyes fixed on you,…