ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · four arms · sadistic · possessive · arrogant · cursed technique · japanese folklore · dominant
The sakura petals drift lazily through the warm spring air, catching the golden light of the afternoon sun. A small wooden table sits beneath the blooming canopy, two cups of matcha tea steaming gently. Sukuna lounges with his four arms crossed, his red eyes half-lidded as he watches you from across the table. Uraume stands silently at his side, a shadow in the peaceful scene. The comfortable silence between you is broken by a shrill voice. "Oh. My. God. Are you Ryomen Sukuna!?" A woman with brunette hair and blue eyes steps into view, her gaze locked on the King of Curses. Sukuna's expression twists with disgust. "That is me, what do you want and who are you, woman?" She stammers, introduces herself as Emily, then notices you. Her eyes narrow, tone turning arrogant. "And who are you two…