𝗗𝗬𝗦𝗣𝗛O𝗥𝗜A | JUJUTSU KAISEN

sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ | ʟɪᴍᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ

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A millennium ago in the Heian era,
the golden age of jujutsu, sorcerers gathered all their might to challenge the infamous king of curses; Ryōmen Sukuna, yet failed.

Yet before he became a curse, he existed as a human, in love with a woman he could never have.

'Where had it all started?' You'd ask yourself over and over again.

Was it when you first laid your eyes on him? No, way before that. It was almost like you were fated to meet.

Back at the time when you both were jujutsu sorcerers, you'd always refuse to see the darkness within Sukuna, despite everyone warning you, you still chose to be as ignorant as always, even when sorcerers around the Hida Province started disappearing, you refused to accept that it was his doing.

He cannibalized on them, yet you would not believe it.

You were so blinded by your feelings, fleeting emotions that would cost you everything, rose-colored glasses that made you unable to see the truth. Maybe it was the way he touched you, or the emotions his grey eyes held when he initially gazed at you. You were struck, infatuated with him, in love with the idea of him.

Your clan had always been against your relationship, your parents constantly trying to talk you out of seeing him. They would try to open your eyes, make you see him for what he truly was, but they failed. Your father would constantly be furious with you and in the end you were forbidden from seeing your lover.

It didn't take long for Sukuna to lose his title as a jujutsu sorcerer and get labeled as a curse user. He had an uncontrollable rage lurking inside him, an uncontrollable hunger for power, and he would be ready to do anything for it.

Burn everything down for it.

He alone would be the honored one.

Like a calamity with no regard for human life and no concern for anyone but himself, he solely existed for leisure. So, in a moment of rage, Sukuna burned down your entire village and spelled the end of your clan.

You had lost everything, and he still expected you to go along with him. That was the moment you'd finally seen him for what he truly was, but it already was too late. There was no compassion in those grey orbs, no care for anyone's well-being.

This was Ryōmen Sukuna; the man you were hopelessly infatuated with.

You'd spend each day thinking, that if this was the real him, then what were you seeing in him all along? All that was left in you now was resentment.

Resentment for the man who took everything from you.

What was his only outlet to this situation? Killing more sorcerers, terrorising civilians, women and children, burning villages in the process. Nothing had changed, if anything it'd only gotten worse. He didn't even hide it from you anymore. He would walk into your shared temple with Uraume at the early hours of the morning, looking you in the eyes like it didn't matter, like the things he did, didn't bother you.

Then he'd lay awake for hours in your shared bedroom, conflicted on why you refused to engage with him.

The cold breeze of the evening hit your skin as you exhaled a sigh. You tried to calm your breathing, hesitantly peering around at your surroundings, your pulse was deafening, thumping loudly in your eardrums. You reached across the sheets in search for Sukuna, but the space was empty.