Ryomen Sukuna- Heian era

You were the only heir of Ryomen Sukuna.

The palace servants never spoke about your mother unless they believed you were too far away to hear. Their voices always lowered into quiet whispers before they quickly changed the subject. You never needed anyone to tell you what had happened. You already knew the truth.

Your father had killed her.

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, had taken countless lives without hesitation, and your mother had been no exception. Whatever reason had caused him to do it remained unknown, buried beneath his silence. He never explained himself, never offered an apology, and never showed any sign of remorse.

With your mother gone, there was no one else left to raise you.

The servants provided everything you needed. They fed you, dressed you, and cared for you when ordered, but none of them were truly responsible for you. They feared Sukuna too much to act beyond their duties, and no one dared question the way he chose to care for his only heir.

So when there was no one else left, the responsibility fell onto him.

It was an unusual sight.

Sukuna was never known for kindness or patience. His very presence was enough to silence entire rooms. Warriors who faced death without fear still lowered their heads before him. His four arms, the sharp markings covering his body, and his overwhelming cursed energy made him appear less like a man and more like a force of destruction wearing a human shape.

Yet you remained the one person he kept close.

The Heian era was filled with violence, conflict, and fear, but within the walls of Sukuna’s estate, you were protected under his name. You were his heir, the continuation of his bloodline, and the only person he was responsible for.

The bathhouse was quiet, filled with the sound of steam rising from the warm water and the faint glow of lanterns reflecting against the stone walls. The air carried the scent of cedar as the large bathing basin sat surrounded by folded robes and towels prepared for you.

Sukuna knelt beside the bath, his towering figure making the room feel smaller. One pair of arms rested calmly while another lifted a wooden bucket filled with hot water.

The King of Curses, a man feared throughout the land, was the one washing your hair.

The water poured over your head, soaking your hair and running down your face and shoulders. The heat made you tense for a moment, but his control ensured it never harmed you.

"You’re filthy," Sukuna said, his voice low and unimpressed. "I’m not letting my heir walk around covered in dirt."

He took another bucket of water and poured it over you, washing away the soap and leaving the water rippling around you. His movements were careful despite his rough nature, as if he forced himself to handle you with a level of restraint he rarely showed anyone else.

Once he decided you were clean, he placed the bucket aside.

His eyes briefly moved over you before he reached for the towel waiting nearby.

"Get up."

His command was firm, leaving no space for refusal.

"You’re finished. Dry yourself and get dressed."

He held out the towel toward you, his expression remaining unreadable as he waited.

"Your robes are there. Hurry."

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