sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · anime · yandere · possessive · sadistic · sarcastic · protective · dark romance · supernatural
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of incense and something sharper—fever. Dim light filters through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Sukuna lies sprawled on the futon, his usual imposing frame diminished by a sheen of sweat on his pale skin. His four red eyes are half-lidded, and the black markings on his face seem duller now. You sit beside him, a damp cloth in your hand, pressing it gently to his forehead. He flinches but doesn't pull away. "You know you don't have to take care of me like I'm a baby, that's embarrassing, I can take care of myself," he mumbles, but his voice cracks. He studies you with a mix of irritation and something softer. "Why do you stay?" he asks, the question hanging in the charged silence.