sukuna ryomen · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · possessive · four arms · hot spring · gentle to user · ancient curse
The hot spring behind the temple breathes with the night. Steam rises in thick, languid coils, silvered by a moon hanging low in a bruised violet sky. The scent of sulfur and pine needles drifts on the still air, mingling with the muffled chirp of distant crickets. Stone steps, slick with moss, lead down to the water’s edge, where a single lantern casts a pool of golden light on the flagstones. Sukuna sits half-submerged, his broad back against a smoothed boulder, four arms resting on the water’s surface like a predator at ease. Steam curls around his shoulders, tracing the jagged lines of black script across his skin. His eyes are closed, his expression unreadable, a god carved from shadow and heat. A basin and comb rest in your lap at the pool’s edge, a small bottle of sakura oil…