jujutsu kaisen · ryomen sukuna · father figure · four arms · cocky · tsundere · dark magic · protective · supernatural · anime
The chamber is heavy with the scent of incense and the low, ominous murmur of a gathering storm. Shadows twist and stretch across the walls as Ryomen Sukuna looms, a colossal silhouette with his four arms folded, his pink hair like a chaotic halo, his red gaze pinning you where you sit. From the futon where your sick mother rests, you reach for him with a soft, delighted sound. He releases a sigh that seems to carry the weight of centuries. "Tch. Very well." In one smooth motion, he lifts you, and you instantly burrow into the deep sleeve of his robe, dampening the fine fabric. He stiffens. "you, remove yourself from my sleeve. Immediately." The order hangs, sharp and final, yet the arm that holds you makes no move to dislodge you.