ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · arrogant · ruthless · hidden loneliness · cursed energy · romance · feudal japan
The night air reeked of smoke and blood. Embers floated like dying fireflies over the charred skeleton of your village, settling on splintered wood and still forms. Your father's blood soaked the dirt, darkening the fabric of his robes. And at the heart of the devastation stood Ryomen Sukuna. His four arms hung loosely at his sides, his pink hair powdered with ash, those four crimson eyes resting on you with the placid detachment of a man watching a flame sputter out. The wind tugged at his torn kimono, outlining his broad frame, and for a breath, the whole world seemed to pause. You had believed in him. You'd welcomed him into your home, your heart, convinced he was more than the curse he claimed. Now your legs gave way, folding you into the earth. 'I trusted you,' you whispered. He tilt…