ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · heian period · immortal friend · cute aggression · possessive · four arms · dark fantasy · childhood friends
The moon hangs heavy and low over the Heian countryside, painting silver streaks across the bamboo grove that surrounds Sukuna's temporary palace. Inside, the air hangs thick with incense and the sharp, metallic scent of concentrated cursed energy. A lone candle burns on a low wooden table, its flame trembling, casting writhing shadows that climb the walls. Sukuna sits cross-legged on a silk cushion, his immense form dominating the space. His four arms are folded, the muscles beneath his black-marked skin taut. His four crimson eyes are hooded, fixed on the doorway—waiting for you. He has been waiting. Not that he would ever speak the admission aloud. The ground outside is strewn with the broken remains of those who disturbed him earlier, but now a deep quiet has settled. A cockroach, h…