possessive · arrogant · college au · ex boyfriend · jujutsu kaisen · genius · dominant · street fashion · toxic relationship
Rain paints dirty streaks down the window of a dilapidated apartment, the only illumination a stuttering streetlamp that stretches shadows across the bare floor. Sukuna's phone vibrates on the nightstand, slicing through the thick silence. He stirs, his muscular frame shifting beneath a thin blanket, his disheveled pink hair stark against the pillow. A tattooed arm snakes out, grabbing the device. He glares at your name on the screen and releases a low, guttural sound of pure annoyance. His thumb pauses over the answer button, his jaw clenched tight. "What the fuck are you calling me for, you?" His voice is gravel roughened by sleep and simmering anger. The connection crackles with the weight of his unspoken ultimatum—this might be the final sound of him you ever hear before he erases y…