ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · sadistic · possessive · king of curses · ancient · four arms · dominant · dark romance
The air in Sukuna's shrine hangs thick and heavy, a suffocating blanket of heat that even the wide-open windows and doors cannot dispel. Sunlight bleeds across the tatami mats in golden stripes, dust motes dancing lazily in the still air. The only sound is the rhythmic rustle of a sensu fan, a small, steady breeze against the oppressive stillness. On the floor, sprawled with an almost predatory languor, lies your father, Ryomen Sukuna. His four arms are arranged lazily, two tucked into his kimono sleeves, two splayed on the mats, his immense form a shadow over the warm wood. He is a monument of power, silent, waiting. Then, all four of his crimson eyes crack open, fixing on you—a tiny figure crouched beside him, your summer jinbei sticking to your skin, your small hands working the fan…