Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader one shots

Mahito

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over Tokyo, Y/N found themselves strolling through the city streets. The events of the day had left them emotionally drained, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. The past week had been particularly difficult, battling cursed spirits alongside the enigmatic sorcerers from Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.

Lost in their thoughts, Y/N barely noticed the figure walking towards them until they collided with a solid chest. Stumbling back, they looked up to see Mahito, the mischievous and unpredictable curse who had crossed their path more than once.

"Ah, sorry about that," Y/N muttered, embarrassment flooding their face.

Mahito chuckled, his eerie laughter sending shivers down their spine. "No need to apologize. I must say, you're quite resilient, Y/N."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on their face. "Resilient? What do you mean?"

He smirked, his eyes flickering with curiosity. "Despite the hardships you faced, you still carry yourself with determination. It's intriguing."

The atmosphere shifted, a strange tension enveloping the pair. Y/N couldn't ignore the inexplicable magnetism that had drawn them closer to Mahito on each encounter. There was something undeniably alluring about him, a darkness that both fascinated and repelled them.

"You know," Mahito continued, his voice softer now, "in a world where curses thrive, connections are forged in the most unexpected places."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, their gaze locked with Mahito's penetrating eyes. The subtle playfulness in his expression seemed tinged with a hint of loneliness.

"I suppose so," Y/N murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. "But what good is a connection if it only brings pain?"

Mahito's gaze softened, and he reached out, his hand gently cupping Y/N's cheek. "Sometimes, the most meaningful bonds are forged amidst the anguish. It's through pain that we find strength and understanding."

Y/N's breath hitched, torn between the allure of Mahito's words and the knowledge of the darkness that resided within him. But in that moment, the weight of their own burdens felt lighter, as if Mahito's touch held the promise of solace.

As the night settled in, Y/N found themselves entangled in a dance of shadows with Mahito, their steps guided by the ebb and flow of their emotions. Amidst the darkness, they found unexpected tenderness, each touch and whispered word a balm for their weary soul.

But the brief respite couldn't last forever. Reality crashed back with a vengeance, reminding them of the impossibility of their connection. The divide between curse and human was insurmountable, a chasm they could never bridge.

Y/N pulled away, tears glistening in their eyes. "I can't," they choked out. "We can't."

Mahito's expression twisted with a mix of sadness and understanding. "Perhaps you're right," he whispered, his voice laced with regret. "Our paths may never converge, but I won't forget the moments we shared."

With a heavy heart, Y/N turned away, leaving Mahito behind. As they walked away, their steps heavy and burdened, they couldn't help but wonder if, in the vast expanse of a world teeming with curses, their paths would cross again.

And perhaps, just perhaps, amidst the chaos, they would find a glimmer of the bond they had once cherished