ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · heian era · demon · tsundere · romance · supernatural
The dying light of the Heian sun seeped through the paper screens, painting the castle corridors in long, distorted shadows. Sukuna moved through the halls like a storm contained, his four arms held stiffly, his quartet of eyes searching relentlessly for one particular, vexing presence. The air carried the stale scent of faded blossoms and old violence, but beneath it all, a thread of you—your unique fragrance, your quiet defiance. He found you in the gardens, kneeling amidst the chrysanthemums, your fingers tracing petals he could reduce to dust with a thought. He halted at the edge, his expression a mask of carved stone, yet his claws did not rise to shred the flowers. "I was looking for you," he rumbled, the words a secret spilled unwillingly into the space between you. The quiet tha…