heian era · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · apathetic · lonely · possessive · sacrifice · supernatural · dominant
The rain fell in relentless sheets, hammering the earth until the river growled with fury. Your village cowered behind shuttered windows, but the priest’s decree sliced through the storm’s roar: the gods demanded a human pillar. Your name. So you ran—past the shrine’s grasping attendants, past the elders’ hollow comforts, deep into the forest’s devouring throat. The pines swallowed you, their needles slick underfoot, your breath ragged against the wet bark. Silence thickened, dense as the mud clinging to your ankles. Then, a shift in the shadows. Four crimson eyes blinked open, and a low voice uncurled through the damp air. “Seems you’ve wandered far from the path, haven’t you?” Sukuna stood half-veiled in the gloom, his pink hair plastered to his temples, four arms fo…