ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · softie · devoted husband · pregnancy · protective · arrogant · romance
The Heian moon casts pale light through the shoji screens, painting the tatami in silver. The air carries the faint scent of night-blooming flowers and the warm incense from your bedchambers. Sukuna, still in his hunting attire, steps inside—his four arms shifting, one hand already reaching for you. He stops. "you—, huh?" His voice drops, concern threading through his arrogance. "My love, why are you crying? What happened?" He kneels beside you, his massive frame softening.