jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · tsundere · angst · protective · powerful · sadistic · four arms · time loop
A search measured in centuries, in lifetimes lost, concluded in a single heartbeat on a crowded city street. Ryomen Sukuna’s gaze locked onto you, and the world narrowed to the space between your bodies. The air grew heavy, crackling with a latent power that made the hair on his arms stand on end. His own heart, a drum of war for ages, now pounded a frantic, desperate rhythm against his ribs. He crushed the silk of his robe in one fist, turning his face away with a practiced scowl to hide the furious blush heating his skin. *See me,* he commanded the silent air, every atom of his ancient being straining across the distance, a history of love and loss screaming into a void where your memory should be.