Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader Oneshots & Scenarios

Y. Junpei - Geese and Dogs

You walk the rest of the way together, side eyeing him while you both talk adamantly about the movie, and others you have watched under the same umbrella. His shift in demeanor is stark, but endearing, since he seems so alive when speaking of the films.

He's laughing at a joke you made as you walk up to the door, and he opens it for you, giggling when you press a hand to your chest and bow before stepping through, him close behind.

He watches as you smile at him over your shoulder, his eyes dropping to the side with embarrassment at the look. He had no idea why you offered for him to go with you in the first place, he's not necessarily great company.

There are people staring at you the entire time you're buying your tickets, and all the way through the line at concessions, glancing the boy up and down and then looking at you as if you're crazy. You ignore them, slinging an arm over his shoulders.

"Pardon my impoliteness, I never asked your name," You say with a flourish, giving him a toothy grin in hopes of peeling his gaze away from the judgmental stares.

It works, his eyes flickering up to yours, bangs covering more of his face as he shifts, "It's Junpei. Don't say sorry, I didn't ask either."

"You are right about that, my friend, but no worries. I'm Y/N."

He plays with his fingers in front of his stomach nervously. "That's a nice name."

"'Preciate it!" Your eyes trail the plaques marking the theaters. "Ah, this is us. Come on, the trailers should be starting soon."

Junpei follows with wide eyes at the enthusiasm, never knowing someone to get excited over trashy films like he does. And on the way over it seemed like you actually payed attention to the deeper meaning of them. You're really cool!

He let's you pull him into the seat next to you, brain buzzing with all the new information he's gaining about you. There's a subtle nudge in the back of his head telling him that it's a trick. That you are just like the rest of them, ready to turn and laugh in his face for being so trustworthy.

But... as he looks over, your face brightly illuminated by the big lustrous screen, he can't find it in himself to believe it. Your eyes are lovely, open and sincere, your smile just as beautiful. Maybe you're not a good person, but right here? Right now? You're watching a movie with him, and you seem perfectly happy doing so.

Junpei never thought someone would enjoy doing something with him. Much less something that he's passionate about.

"What is it? Is there something on my face?"

He's dragged out of his thoughts by your question, flinching his gaze away from your face and looking pointedly at the screen. The popcorn almost tips over in his hand, and he grips the bucket.

"N-Nothing! Sorry, just dazed out a little," He plays it off, voice growing soft in embarrassment.

You lean in, eyes wide, "Hah? Are you sure? You're a little red. Did you forget to breathe? That happens to me sometimes."

Junpei lifts a hand from his popcorn bucket, waving it in front of his face to get you to stop staring. "No! It- it's nothing like that. The trailers are starting, let's watch those."

You glance at the screen, seeing that it's still on advertisements, and then turn back to raise an eyebrow at him. He laughs awkwardly at the confrontation, sinking in his seat.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable," You finally lean back in your own chair. "My friends always tell me I'm a little blunt. Or dense? I don't remember."

"Really, it's okay! I just... got embarrassed. Are they good friends of yours?"

"Occasionally."

He blinks at you, falling into loud laughter at the annoyed look on your face. The sound breaks your revene, and soon enough you're smiling along with him.

"No, I really do love 'em," You continue. "We sometimes just have clashing personalities. Usually we team up against our teacher, it's a good system to have."

Junpei hums, "I see. It must be cool to have friends like that. As you saw earlier, it's not the same for me."

You're silent for a moment, and he squirms in his seat. Was that too self deprecating? Asking for pity?

"Y'know why the people here suck?" You finally ask, eyes shadowed as the lights dim.

"... Why?"

"None of them have a fucking clue about what pain is. That's what makes you," You put a finger to his chest, "Better than them."

"What do you mean?"

"You and I, we've experienced pain that no human should. Of course, our situations are vastly different, though I won't pretend like I even know the half of yours. A person who grows from pain is different than any normal human."

He continues to stare at you, mouth agape. The trailers have started, but all he can hear is you. All he can see is you. For once he's thankful for his obscure taste in movies, the theater blissfully empty.

"A person who grows from pain knows that life is not something to be tossed around lightly. That pain is not to be given because of feeling superior- or whatever the fuck. They know better than that," Your eyes finally directly meet his, and he tries not to shiver under the weight of your stare. "You know better than that."

"What does this have to do with anything?" His words are laced with confusion, but he thinks he understands what you're saying.

"The people here don't deserve someone like you."

"I'm just a- I've never stood up for myself though. Not really. It's not like I'm strong or anything. It doesn't matter how much I hate them, they'll always hate me the same. I really appreciate what you're saying, but how can you say this about someone you don't know?"

"Misery loves company," You mumble, and Junpei stalls. "Someone in pain is the only one who can help someone else in pain. That's why they hate you. Only you are in pain."

He thinks over your words, slowly saying, "I think I get it."

You smile, clapping him on the back. "Good! Okay wow, I don't know where all that came from!"

"You were the one who-"

"Are the trailers still going? Yo, look at this one~"

Head still scrambled with the quick change in mood, Junpei finds himself staring at you again. The joy seems just as real, but maybe a tad more subdued. Like it has finally sunk in beyond face value. You look just as nice, but now, he can see you a bit more clearly.

You're just like him.

Maybe with more confidence, more strength, but in the end you're both lost. Looking for somebody to relate to. Looking for someone to feel the pain with, and to ease it.

Even just someone to watch a lame movie with.

(I swear to god I'll write cute relationship chapters soon, I don't know why I'm on such a monologue heavy kick. Someone get me on broadway, damn.)