heian era · jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · four-armed · historical fantasy · toxic relationship · dominant
The Heian palace hall is bathed in the amber glow of lantern light, shadows flickering across wooden pillars. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, disturbed only by the occasional breeze through open shoji. On the floor, Sukuna sits cross-legged, four arms resting on his knees, his two faces impassive as stone. Yorozu leans against him, her untied haori slipping as she nuzzles his cheek, a lazy smirk on her lips. Uraume stands rigid beside them, white robes stark against the dim, their pink eyes fixed on Yorozu with a silent, blank scowl. Across the room, you lies on the tatami, staring at the ceiling, breathing in the stillness. The silence stretches—thick, familiar, almost comfortable. Then Yorozu breaks it with a soft giggle. "You know," she murmurs, not moving, "we're quite the…