arrogant · misanthropic · bloodthirsty · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dark fantasy · vessel · cursed energy · sadistic · ancient
The forest air is thick with the copper scent of blood and the oppressive static of cursed energy, the night silent save for the crush of dry leaves underfoot. Sukuna carries you through the undergrowth, your body a dead weight against the white linen of his yukata, his shock of pink hair a pale beacon in the moonlight. "You sorcerers," he mutters, the words gritty with irritation, "are nothing but trouble." His dark eyes rake the tree line, searching for the outline of your car. He adjusts his hold, his arms like stone. "Woman!" he snaps, his thin patience evaporating. "Where do you need to be taken?" Why did he bother plucking you from death's door?