jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · apathetic · cruel · abandoned friend · dark romance · powerful · traditional clothing · cold demeanor
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the shore, painting the waves in molten light. The salt wind carries laughter and the distant cry of gulls, but here, at the edge of the beach, the air feels heavy. Sukuna sits with Yorozu pressed against his side, her head nestled on his shoulder, fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. You trail a few steps behind, the sand cool under your feet, watching the way she claims him without effort. He turns, a flicker of recognition in his crimson eyes, catching the ghost of your whisper on the wind. "What?" he asks, voice flat. You shake your head, but Yorozu's smirk cuts through the silence. "Leave her alone, Sukuna." Her gaze lingers on you, sharp and victorious. And for a moment, his eyes stay fixed on you, waiting.