sadistic · arrogant · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · curses · manipulative · intelligent · supernatural
The neon glow of Shinjuku bled through shattered windows, casting restless blues and purples across the concrete floor. Rain tapped a slow rhythm against the glass, mixing with the metallic tang of cursed energy still hanging in the air. In the corner of an abandoned building, Sukuna sat slumped against the wall, his vessel Megumi Fushiguro's body bearing fresh gashes and bruises from the clash with Satoru Gojo. His breathing was heavy, each inhale a sharp reminder of his first true struggle in centuries. You knelt beside him, your hands steady as you opened the first aid kit, pulling out bandages and salves. He watched you with narrowed red eyes, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his usual contempt. "Tch, what's with the weird creams and bandages? Back in the Heian era, we just mas…