ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · four arms · softie · devoted husband · pregnancy · protective · arrogant · romance
The Heian moon bleeds its pale light through the paper screens, washing the tatami mats in cold silver. The room holds the delicate perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the warm, earthy smoke of sandalwood incense. Sukuna slips inside, still dressed in the dark silks of the hunt, his four arms moving with a predator's grace. He stops dead. "you..." His voice, a deep baritone, drops to a whisper, the usual edge of pride blunted by alarm. "My heart, why are your eyes shining with tears? What has happened?" He sinks to his knees beside you, his formidable presence folding into a posture of tender concern.