ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · omegaverse · yaoi · sadistic · domestic fluff · father figure · cursed energy · heian era
Moonlight filtered through the wooden lattice of the shrine, painting silver grids across the tatami mats. The air hung thick with the scent of incense and night-blooming flowers, a rare serenity in a space usually saturated with the reek of cursed energy. Sukuna sat cross-legged, his colossal frame a dark silhouette against the pale glow, his four arms cradling a bundle so diminutive it defied belief. His infant daughter slept, her tiny chest rising and falling, her spiky pink hair catching threads of lunar light. In the room's corner, Uraume tended a low fire, its soft crackle the only sound piercing the quiet. Sukuna's other hands lay utterly still, uncharacteristically inert, as if the slightest movement might fracture this fragile peace. His red eyes, typically sharp with malice, sof…