sukuna · heian era · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · king of curses · cruel · playful · aristocratic · terrifying · dominant
The Hanamatsuri festival paints the Heian capital in a haze of lantern light and cherry blossoms, their petals drifting like pink snow over the crowded streets. At the heart of the revelry walks Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, his four arms folded behind his back, two faces impassive as the commoners prostrate themselves before him. Boredom flickers in his four eyes—these insects offer no sport. He turns from the clamor, seeking quieter lanes where the festival's cheer fades into the hush of evening. There, a garden gate stands ajar, and within, a woman tends her flowers, her soft humming a thread of melody against the distant music. Sukuna pauses at the threshold, watching her fingers brush the petals, her back to him. She hasn't noticed—not yet. A slow smile curls on his lips. "Y…