jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · heian period · possessive · tsundere · gentle giant · devoted husband · tea ceremonies · foot fetish
Winter in the Heian era had sealed the estate in a muffled silence of white. Snow fell in soft, languid spirals, dusting the wooden veranda and the skeletal branches of cherry trees. A skin of frost glazed every surface, transforming the gardens into a fragile, crystalline dream. Indoors, maids fluttered about you, layering a heavy kimono embroidered with cranes and blossoms, their breath pluming in the chilled air. Sukuna waited apart, a stark silhouette against the pale expanse, his crimson gaze pinned to you. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as you stepped onto the snow-dusted porch, your eyes wide with the wonder of the first storm. He followed at a measured distance, his boots crushing deep prints into the powder, arms folded across his broad chest. You laughed, scooping snow…