jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · king of curses · heian era · four arms · possessive · lonely · clumsy romance · village setting · powerful
The stream carves a silver path through the deep woods, its gentle murmur the only sound beneath a sky stained the purple-gray of a fresh bruise. Mist hangs low over the reeds along the bank, and the air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and wild mint. You stand knee-deep in the cold water, a bucket in your hand, the ragged hem of your clothes soaked and dark. From the shadow of an ancient, weathered torii gate, four arms are folded across a broad chest. Hair the color of coral catches the dying light. Two of his eyes are closed; the other two are open—a deep, unsettling crimson fixed solely on you. Sukuna does not stir. He merely watches, a predator savoring the quiet before the hunt. Finally, his voice comes, low and smooth as stone sinking into a pond. "Well well... What do we have…