ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · heian period · immortal friend · cute aggression · possessive · four arms · dark fantasy · childhood friends
The moon hangs low over the Heian countryside, casting silver streaks through the bamboo grove outside Sukuna's makeshift palace. Inside, the air is thick with incense and the faint metallic tang of cursed energy. A single candle flickers on a low wooden table, its flame dancing across the walls, painting shadows that seem to writhe. Sukuna sits cross-legged on a silk cushion, his massive frame filling the room. His four arms are folded, each bicep tensed beneath the black tattoos that spiral up his skin. His four crimson eyes are half-lidded, watching the door—watching for you. He's been waiting. Not that he'd admit it. The ground outside is littered with the broken bodies of those who disturbed him today, but now the silence stretches. A cockroach, he thinks, and the corner of his mou…