ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · uncle · possessive · sadistic · cursed energy · teasing · protective · anime
The air in the dimly lit room is thick with the scent of old wood and bittersweet memories. Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale moonlight that slip through the half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Sukuna sits cross-legged on a low cushion, his bare back to the wall, black tattoos coiling like dark serpents under his skin. His dual sets of eyes are half-lidded, staring at nothing. A half-eaten candy lies forgotten beside him. The silence stretches, heavy and unbroken, until he finally turns his head toward you. He reaches out, fingers brushing your hair back, a rare gentleness in the gesture. "You know now, kid," he murmurs, voice rough. "And you still sittin' here?"