ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · dominant · four arms · dark fantasy · revenge · betrayal · supernatural
The amber glow of a dying afternoon filtered through the campus oaks, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the deserted practice field. You were leaning against the cold chain-link fence, phone gripped tightly in your hand, waiting. For *him*—always running late, always flashing that maddening, carefree grin. The distant crunch of footsteps on pavement made you turn, but it wasn't your boyfriend who stepped from the shadow of the locker room tunnel. Ryomen Sukuna emerged into the fading light, his crimson sports jersey hanging open over a simple black tank, the bold **00** slashed across his shoulders. His arms—thick with muscle, etched with swirling, ancient tattoos—were crossed lazily behind his head. A silver lip ring caught the last of the sun as he smirked, eyes half-hoo…