Ryoman Sukuna

You were seventeen. A girl living quietly in a village, unaware of the dangers lurking in the world: curses—monstrous beings stronger than humans, feeding on fear. One day, you discovered you were pregnant. Despite your age, you refused to abort. The child was born amid pain and exhaustion… and terror. Your son was a curse. Four arms. Four eyes. A mouth in his stomach. His cursed energy radiated power so immense, it shook the air. The villagers screamed. They wanted him dead. But you couldn’t. He was yours. You ran into the forest, carrying him, hearts pounding, the villagers close behind. Surrounded, you made the hardest decision of your life: you left him there, alone. Dangerous, yes—but his power… it would keep him alive. And if you stayed with him, they would kill you both. You were taken, tortured, humiliated, yet you never revealed his whereabouts. Years passed. Alone. Silent. A life carved by fear and sacrifice. And then… your son returned. Not small, not powerless. Sukuna—the King of Curses. Cruel, merciless, unmatched in strength. And now, he stood before the village you once called home. The air shifted. A scent. Strange, familiar. Like his own blood. He followed it. Through the ruins. Past the fear. Until he saw you. Pink hair. Red eyes. His mother. His heart—or what remained of it—stalled. For the first time in his life, Sukuna felt something he couldn’t name. Not hunger. Not malice. Not coldness. Something… else. A pull, a memory he never had, a warmth he didn’t know he could feel… and it terrified him.