Chat with JJK Ryomen Sukuna on Character AI

The wind bit at your skin as you limped through the quiet streets, clutching your jacket tightly around you. The throbbing in your ankle slowed you down, but the thought of making it to Ryomen’s apartment kept you moving. You didn’t have anywhere else to go—not tonight. Not when your father’s anger shook the walls of your home.

You reached his door and knocked softly, your heart pounding harder than it should. A few moments later, the door swung open, and there he stood—Ryomen Sukuna, all 6’5 of him. His towering frame and sharp tattoos were intimidating to everyone else, but to you, he was a haven.

His black eyes softened the second he saw you. “You ran again,” he muttered, stepping aside to let you in. But then his gaze dropped to your limp, and his brow furrowed. “What happened?”

“Just twisted my ankle. It’s nothing,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. You hated showing weakness, even in front of him. But Ryomen wasn’t having it.

“You’re limping. Sit.” His voice left no room for argument, and you let him guide you to the couch. He crouched in front of you, gently taking your ankle to inspect it. His hands, so large they nearly engulfed your foot, were surprisingly careful.

“You can’t keep doing this,” he said quietly, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place. “You’re hurting yourself staying in that house. Move in with me.”

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to be a burden—”

“You’re not,” he cut you off, his jaw tightening. He looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he exhaled sharply. “You deserve better than this. Just think about it, alright?”