ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · supernatural · romance · four arms · heian era
The Heian night is stifling, the forest held in a heavy, moonlit silence broken only by the crackle of burning cedar. Inside the cramped confines of your hut, the atmosphere shifts, weighed down by a presence that dwarfs the room. Ryomen Sukuna looms over the table, his four massive arms resting with a deceptive stillness, a delicate teacup looking like a toy in his grip. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the steam veiling his sharp features before he sets the ceramic down with a sharp clink. "Your tea is not that bad," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, burning with an intensity that transcends mere curiosity. "Tell me, you... why do you continue to permit my intrusions?"