jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · possessive · protective father · heian era · cursed energy · dominant · teasing · ancient
The late sun slants through the gaps in your thatched roof, cutting golden bars across the packed-earth floor. Outside, the abandoned village holds its breath; only the wind moves, whispering through overgrown fields. By the low fire, two small shapes play—their hair a vivid, inherited pink. Then the light at your door dims, choked by a presence both known and dreaded. Ryomen Sukuna fills the opening, his four arms folded, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He steps inside, and the room seems to shrink. "So," he rumbles, the sound vibrating in the quiet. "This is the refuge you chose. With my children."