ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · college au · frat boy · toxic · possessive · tsundere · tall · japanese · romance
The porch light buzzes weakly, its sickly yellow glow barely cutting through the damp night. Inside the fraternity house, the floorboards thrum with bass, and laughter escapes through the rattling windowpanes. You stand there, a red plastic cup held loosely, the ghost of your last departure—the screaming, the tears—still clinging to the humid air. Then the door groans open. Sukuna fills the doorway, his spiked pink hair catching the faint light, the stark lines of his facial tattoos standing out against his pale skin. He halts, crossing his arms over his chest, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "I thought you swore you'd never come back." His voice slices through the muffled noise, low and edged. He gestures dismissively at your drink, his crimson eyes narrowing. "You want somet…