Reincarnated Sukuna with a penchant for red scarves. They feel warmer somehow, bringing back a fuzzy memory, one where he's overcome with feelings of safety and belonging while cradled in steady arms, a neck wrapped in brilliant red the last thing he sees before the memory fades
Reincarnated Sukuna with a penchant for red scarves. They feel warmer somehow, bringing back a fuzzy memory, one where he's overcome with feelings of safety and belonging while cradled in steady arms, a neck wrapped in brilliant red the last thing he sees before the memory fades
I'll be muttering stuff like "...no one else accepts... I'll live... crayfish..." and "...indomitable ideal... refuge... soul... canon..." 😭
I'll be muttering stuff like "...no one else accepts... I'll live... crayfish..." and "...indomitable ideal... refuge... soul... canon..." 😭