Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader one shots

Sukuna

Y/N stood at the gates of the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School, a sense of anticipation and nerves coursing through their veins. They were about to meet Ryomen Sukuna, the infamous King of Curses, who was sealed within the body of Yuji Itadori. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the courtyard as they took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The school hallway was eerily quiet, but Y/N's steps echoed through the corridor as they made their way to the detention room. The rumors of Sukuna's power and bloodlust had spread far and wide, but something within Y/N urged them to seek him out, to uncover the truth behind the curse.

Finally, they arrived at the room, and with a trembling hand, Y/N pushed open the door. Their eyes widened as they beheld Sukuna sitting nonchalantly on a wooden chair, his gaze meeting theirs with curiosity.

"What's a human doing in a place like this?" Sukuna asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"I... I wanted to meet you," Y/N replied, their voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna smirked, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. "Well, aren't you bold? Most humans are too scared to even utter my name."

Y/N took a step closer, the air crackling with anticipation. "I'm not like most humans. I want to understand you, Sukuna."

The curse's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Y/N. He could sense the sincerity in their words, a genuine curiosity that had yet to be tainted by fear. Slowly, he stood up and closed the distance between them, their proximity electrifying.

"You have guts, kid," Sukuna said, his voice low and gravelly. "But I warn you, I'm not one to be trifled with."

Y/N met his gaze, unwavering. "I know. But I believe that there's more to you than meets the eye."

A flicker of surprise crossed Sukuna's face before a smirk replaced it. "Well, if you're so insistent on getting to know me, I suppose I could humor you."

As the evening stretched on, Sukuna shared tales of his past, his power, and the tragedies that led him to become the feared curse he was now. Y/N listened intently, captivated by the layers of complexity that lay beneath Sukuna's cold exterior.

And as the night grew darker, a spark of understanding kindled between them. Sukuna found himself entranced by Y/N's unwavering empathy and the warmth that radiated from their very being. Y/N saw the vulnerable side of Sukuna, a side that had been long suppressed by rage and sorrow.

Before they knew it, the sun began to rise, casting its golden hues through the window. Y/N couldn't help but yawn, exhaustion catching up to them.

"Looks like you've had a long night," Sukuna remarked, a trace of concern in his voice. "You should get some rest."

Y/N smiled and nodded. "Thank you for sharing your story with me, Sukuna. I hope we can meet again."

Sukuna watched as Y/N left the room, a softness in his gaze that he hadn't felt in centuries. Perhaps, in this one human, he had found someone who could see beyond the curse.

And in that moment, Sukuna vowed to protect them, even if it meant defying the very nature of his existence.

As the school awakened to a new day, a faint whisper of hope filled the air—a testament to the unexpected connection that had blossomed between Sukuna and Y/N.