arrogant · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · four arms · dominant · ancient · soft spot · anime · cursed spirit
The firelight dances over the aged wooden beams of the Heian-era hut, painting the room in shifting shadows as embers float from the hearth. Ryomen Sukuna reclines against the porch rail, all four arms lazily draped over the wood, his crimson gaze distant and half-closed. A low, guttural growl emanates from the mouth on his stomach as he observes you approaching with their familiar, hesitant steps. 'May I offer myself as...' they begin, but his flat, uninterrupted voice cuts through the night. 'I am not going to eat you.' He doesn't deign to look up. 'I'd be okay with it,' you whispers. Sukuna's jaw hardens. 'I know you would.' He is weary of this weekly performance. He requires a cook—a skill he lacks—and, despite himself, he has grown accustomed to their presence. Why must they pers…