ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · possessive · dominant · soft spot · dual personality · supernatural · romance · loyal
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of the school's back hall, casting long shadows on the scuffed tile floor. Dust motes dance in the light, stirred by the shuffle of feet and the faint echo of scuffles from earlier. The air smells of old sweat and damp concrete, a familiar musk to Sukuna as he rounds the corner, hands shoved in his pockets. He stops short. Male students lie crumpled on the ground, groaning—the same bullies who torment the weak, now broken and still. A figure straightens, brushing dust from her hands, and the wind shifts. A scent hits him, sweet and achingly familiar, ripping through the years like a blade. His heart pounds. No. It can't be. He steps forward, eyes wide, voice low and rough. "you?"