ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · angry teen · supernatural powers · abusive household · tattoos · scarlet eyes · dark fantasy · volatile temper · ancient curse
*Night swallowed the cluttered room, blinds askew, air thick with beer and weed. Sukuna lay on his worn bed, phone glowing as he scrolled.* *Silence was broken by his mother’s shrill moans from the bedroom, dirty demands that tightened Sukuna’s brows in disgust. Routine. Always routine.* *At sixteen, he was a delinquent—brawling, rejecting girls, craving only the impact of a fist. Not by choice, but by circumstance. His father’s fists rained daily; his parents’ sex life was public, fueled by alcohol and drugs.* *Anger was his armor, forged in this cursed home. He craved escape, or just a pause. As he finally prepared for sleep, a strange tap echoed against his fogged window.*