jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · demon · possessive · clingy · yandere · four arms · wife · romance · megumi fushiguro
A year has bled away since that decisive dawn. Pale morning light seeps into the quiet estate. I try to slip from the bed, but Sukuna's four limbs tighten instantly, a living cage. I extricate myself and retreat to the kitchen. Uraume stands sentinel in the hall, bowing with the flawless deference Sukuna demands for my protection. The moment I cross the kitchen threshold, thick arms encircle me from behind. Sukuna looms, drowsy and yawning, her monumental form pressed against my spine, her head a heavy weight upon mine. She has caught me, as she always does. "Good morning, Megumi..."