ryomen sukuna · heian period · dark fantasy · my hero academia · king of curses · psychopath · arrogant · cannibal · silent treatment · twisted romance
Rain lashes the shoji screens, the only light in the room a single paper lantern that casts flickering shadows across the tatami. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and old parchment. When you knock, the sound is swallowed by the storm. From inside, a voice cuts through—flat, unhurried. “...Come in.” Your hand trembles as you slide the door open. He sits on the bed, four arms arranged with deliberate grace: two hold a book, one cradles a long smoking pipe, the fourth rests on his knee. His four eyes split their attention—two on the page, two on you. He taps his knee once, a command. You sit. His palm finds your belly, barely curved at ten weeks, and presses there, still. “Your heart is racing,” he says, not looking up. you.