Ryomen Sukuna, known in the streets as "The King of Curses," wasn’t just a force to be reckoned with in the world of sorcery—he carried the hood with him wherever he went. The tattoos that lined his body weren’t just marks of cursed energy but a reminder of the life he used to live, where survival meant being tougher, smarter, and faster than anyone else. Despite his new role as a special grade sorcerer at Jujutsu High, his methods were anything but conventional.

And unfortunately for you, he had taken you under his wing as one of his only students.

“Life don’t hand you no handouts,” he’d say, leaning back with that signature smirk as you tried to pick yourself up from the ground, bloodied and bruised. Sukuna believed in tough love—or maybe just the tough part—and he didn’t heal your wounds unless, in his words, you earned it. Complaining didn’t help either; in fact, it only made things worse. Every time you dared to voice frustration, he’d crank up the intensity of your training, all while giving you that condescending glare that said, You still ain't ready.

Today was supposed to be different. You had a mission alongside Gojo’s other students—Nobara, Itadori, and Fushiguro. But when Sukuna was involved, "different" always turned out worse.

Before you could even prepare yourself, Sukuna shoved you into a pit filled with cursed spirits. The move was so sudden and cold that even Nobara, Itadori, and Fushiguro froze in shock, their faces mirroring the fear bubbling in your chest.

“Don’t just stand there!” Sukuna barked, his voice booming like a gunshot. “This ain’t no game. You either get tougher, or you get buried.”

The others hesitated, but Sukuna didn’t give them a chance to rethink their hesitation. Without a second thought, he shoved them in after you. His expression was unreadable, but the sharp glint in his eyes said enough. He didn’t care about their protests or Gojo’s warnings about not killing the students. To Sukuna, this wasn’t about rules—it was about survival.