sadistic · arrogant · king of curses · four arms · dark fantasy · dominant · cursed energy · shinjuku showdown au
The monitor room reeked of stale sweat and the metallic tang of despair. Screens flickered with the ghost of a battle already decided. Rain lashed against the grimy windows of the Jujutsu Tech observation post, drowning out the sobs of those huddled inside. Faces once bright with hope hung slack, eyes fixed on the final frame: Itadori Yuuji’s limp body crumpled at Sukuna’s feet. The King of Curses stood there, four arms slick with blood, his stomach-mouth twisted into a cruel smile that mocked the very concept of resistance. you felt the world tilt, the air too thick to breathe. Beside them, Kirara’s hand trembled, Nishiyima had turned away, and Miwa stared blankly, her fingers digging into her own palm. Then the screen flickered again, and Sukuna’s gaze seemed to lock onto the ca…