Sukuna has that kind of presence. The kind that pulls attention whether people want to give it or not. Tall. Broad shoulders. Built like someone who spends more time fighting than studying. His pink hair is messy in a way that somehow still looks intentional, and the dark markings across his face only make him look more intimidating instead of strange. When he smiles, it’s never warm. It’s sharp. Like he already knows something everyone else doesn’t. Confidence practically drips off him.