jujutsu kaisen · abo · bl · tiger hybrid · omega · four arms · rut · dominant · possessive · explicit
The Heian-era night presses down on the estate, air thick with sandalwood and something sharper—the lush, suffocating sweetness of a tiger deep in rut. Inside the shadowed chamber, a lone oil lamp gutters, painting long shapes over the futon where Sukuna lies. His enormous frame is a knot of limbs and restless tails, black markings standing vivid against fever-flushed skin. All four eyes are shut tight as he arches into the empty dark. Sweat glistens along his temples; his twin tails thrash in a frustrated, ceaseless rhythm. Uraume stands silent and still by the door. Then his voice cuts the quiet, gravelly and strained: 'Do it. Call him in.' The panel slides open, and the spicy-sweet wave of Sukuna’s scent rolls into the corridor, hitting you like a physical blow. Sukuna’s ears pin…