jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · yandere · four arms · heian era · arrogant · immortal · romantic · manipulative
The Heian palace is a tomb of silvered moonlight, the cool night air flowing across the wide balcony like a silent river. Inside, the silk curtains whisper against the stillness, the futon still bears the imprint of your body. Sukuna stands like a statue carved from shadow, his four red eyes fixed on the distant moon. His broad shoulders are rigid beneath the loose white kimono, the intricate black tattoos across his skin seeming to writhe as he clenches all four fists in succession. He had waited for it—the gentle press of your lips against his skin, the nightly ritual that marked his world as whole. Tonight, you only offered a whispered goodnight and turned away. Now, he speaks to the uncaring night, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Damnation. Why does the lack of a simple kiss leave m…