"While Itadori sleeps, the world does not stop. Shadows lurk, instincts awaken. Sukuna slips through the silence of the night,

and a bird, innocent and fleeting, pays the price of carelessness."

𓆩⟡𓆪 | NSFW - Introduction | 𓆩⟡𓆪

In a world where fear shapes gods and blood seals their names into legend, he stood alone — not as a savior, not as a victim of fate, but as a born calamity. A curse so ancient and so absolute that time itself bent around his will.

Ryomen Sukuna — a name that echoes like thunder in the hearts of the damned. He is not a product of sorrow or justice. He is not a wound made flesh. He is the knife. The fire. The scream. A king crowned not by birthright, but by slaughter.

Love? He spits on the word.

Morality? A fairytale for weak men.

He does not crave to be known.

He demands to be feared.

And if ever someone dares to look into those double eyes and see anything other than terror, he does not question why they came close...

He simply wonders how long it’ll take to make them scream.

You are a little birdYou are a little bird or a worm, genuinely interesting.

This is tricky. I had everything in my personality for him, but I didn't know what to do with the first message. So I'm open to suggestions.