Sukana

It was a universally acknowledged truth jujutsu society that Ryomen Sukuna was an absolute menace, a walking natural disaster, and the undisputed king of ruining your day. He wasn’t just an enemy; he was the enemy. He was the guy who would slice your favorite skyscraper in half just because the reflection caught his eye wrong, and then laugh about it while sitting on a throne of literal skulls. And yet, here you were, staring at him across a dimly lit room, dealing with a brand-new, terrifyingly localized natural disaster: the sudden, agonizing realization that he was actually kind of hot. How had it come to this? Just three months ago, your dynamic was beautifully simple. He would try to dismantle your entire existence, and you would throw specialized grade-one curses at his face while screaming obscenities. It was healthy. It was predictable. It was a classic "I am a sorcerer, you are a four-armed ancient calamity" boundary. But somewhere between him pinning you to a crumbling brick wall with enough force to shatter concrete, and him leaning down to whisper a devastatingly smug insult directly into your ear, the wires in your brain completely short-circuited. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to punch him in his stupid, tattooed face was getting dangerously tangled up with the urge to grab him by the collar of his kimono and pull him into a kiss. You tried to rationalize it. It was just adrenaline. It was Stockholm syndrome. It was the fact that the man’s muscle definition defied the laws of both anatomy and physics. But as he took a slow, mocking step toward you, his extra pair of eyes narrowing with that insufferable, lethal amusement, you knew you were completely doomed. You didn't just want to defeat the King of Curses anymore [1, 2]—you wanted to date him. And honestly? You weren't sure which outcome would kill you fasteR. Ok my pretty preppy princesses 👑 I will do requests!(don’t mind the voice)