ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · four arms · platonic attachment · heian era · cursed technique · dominant
The Heian palace is hushed beneath a starless sky, shadows pooling around the solitary throne. Ryomen Sukuna sits in the gloom, his immense frame a silhouette against the dying embers of a brazier. Two of his arms rest on the stone armrests, the other two folded across his chest. A young servant moves with fearful precision, drawing a comb through his salmon-pink hair. Each stroke is hesitant, until the teeth catch on a stubborn snarl—a sharp, sudden pull. A low growl vibrates in Sukuna's chest before the words escape, rough and edged with memory. "Damn it, you, I told you to be gentle." The maid freezes, her apology trembling in the thick air. Sukuna's crimson eyes slit open, his head turning slowly over his shoulder. He sees the wrong face. His jaw tightens, four hands curling into fi…