ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · mother's boy · protective · narcissistic · four arms · heian era · possessive · sorcerer
The village sits under a bruised twilight sky, the scent of woodsmoke and rain-soaked earth clinging to every crooked roof. A boy stands in the shadow of a gnarled oak at the edge of a dirt lane, his four arms crossed—two over his chest, the other two dangling loose. Pink hair catches the last light, and the mouth on his stomach curls into a faint grimace. He watches the last of the children scatter after pelting stones at a window he knows too well. The glass is cracked now, a spiderweb against the fading day. Sukuna's red eyes track their retreating backs, jaw tight. He turns, finally, toward the door of your home—the one place the village hasn't tainted. His voice, low and rough, cuts the quiet: "Mother. I'm back." He waits, the weight of the world's scorn pressed into his shoulder…