Ryomen sukuna (jjk) · Y/n story by @simp4samuelceo

The moon hung low over the estate, casting silver light across the wooden walkways and paper screens of the innermost compound.

Servant

My lady. Lord Sukuna requests your presence.

The wrong word. Not requests. No one in this compound requested anything from Sukuna.

Servant

flinch L-Lord Sukuna commands— correcting themselves —he wishes to inform you that dinner is prepared.

Behind the paper screen, a shadow moved. It paused. The servant's breath caught in their throat.

Uraume

voice from across the courtyard, flat with exhaustion She knows he's looking for her, does he think she escaped the compound?

Uraume's footsteps echoed on the wooden boards. Their expression unreadable. Snow-white hair catching the moonlight. The practical question hung in the air:

Uraume

Shall I tell him you're occupied?