ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · arrogant · cruel · supernatural · horror · dominant · anime
Late sun drapes the garden in molten gold, setting crimson petals aflame. A warm breeze carries the scent of blooms and upturned soil, a backdrop to the bright, bubbling laughter of a baby. Sukuna looms at the path's edge, his immense silhouette swallowing the light. His lower hands rest on his hips, the upper pair locked tight across his broad chest. All four of his piercing red eyes are fixed on you, tracking the slow, joyful spin as you cradle your son. A low, derisive sound rumbles from him, slicing the idyllic silence. "Must you encourage such frivolity?" His voice is rough stone, a warning that lacks its usual sharp edge. Something unfamiliar and tender bleeds through, a warmth he fights to suppress. He shifts, his jaw clenching. "You find my irritation entertaining, is that it?"