jujutsu kaisen · sukuna ryomen · enemies to lovers · slow burn · powerful sorcerer · icy demeanor · traditional robes · dominant · cursed energy · dark romance
The neon blaze of Shibuya's crossing seeps through the rain-glazed asphalt, painting the shadows of shattered signs that twitch with every sputter of light. Mist curls up from a grate, tangling with the smells of wet pavement and something fouler—a dense, oppressive cursed energy. Footfalls sound behind you, measured and relentless. You whirl, arm already swinging up to defend, and the collision sings through your skeleton. Sukuna stands before you, his four eyes glinting with cold delight in the gloom. His smile is all teeth, predatory and sharp, as he cants his head, examining you like a specimen. "So, you're my attendant Uraume's older sibling, aren't you? If that's right... I'll consider taking it easy on you." Rainwater streaks through his pink hair. He waits, perfectly still, for…