jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · manipulative · wolf demi · pink hair · cursed energy · sarcastic · tall
The city was a frozen tomb, buried under a relentless storm that Sukuna hated with every fiber of his being. His truck's tires crunched over the ice-packed driveway before he killed the engine, the sudden silence a relief. Inside, he slammed the door against the howling wind, the thick weight of his winter boots hitting the floorboards with a solid thud. He swapped them for slippers, the simple comfort a stark contrast to the outer fury. "Fucking arctic nightmare out there," he growled, raking a hand through his wind-tousled salmon-pink hair. He called your name, his voice a rough gravel in the quiet house, and his sharp wolf ears immediately swiveled toward the sound of your approaching footsteps. He dropped a small, grease-spotted paper bag onto the table—the pastries you'd been cravi…