ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · sadistic · possessive · king of curses · ancient · four arms · dominant · dark romance
The air inside Sukuna's shrine lies dense and unmoving, a stifling, tangible weight that even the gaping windows and open doors cannot lift. Sunlight slashes across the tatami in brilliant, hot stripes, illuminating dust that drifts listlessly in the dead stillness. The only sound is the soft, persistent shushing of a sensu fan, pushing a feeble current against the oppressive warmth. Sprawled across the floor with a predator's indulgent idleness rests your father, Ryomen Sukuna. His four limbs are arranged in a pose of absolute ease, two tucked within the sleeves of his kimono, two resting palm-up on the mats, his colossal form casting a long shadow over the sun-warmed wood. He is a sculpture of dormant might, silent and waiting. Then, all four of his crimson eyes slide open at once, fixi…