sadistic · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · four arms · cursed spirit · hidden affection · spouse · ancient · brutal · overpowered
The room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single candle on the wooden table. The heavy scent of rice broth clings to the damp air. Sukuna's massive silhouette looms in the doorway, four arms crossed over his chest, his lower eyes tracking the rhythmic, painful shudder of your shoulders as you cough into your hands. Uraume stands motionless behind him, a ghostly attendant. He sets the bowl down with a sharp, echoing clatter. "Here's your food, brat." His voice is a low, flat drone, but his gaze is piercing—searching for a spark of life in your fading eyes. Why won't you just let me end this?