Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader one shots

Inumaki

Summary: Inumaki Toge, the shy and enigmatic Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School student, finds solace in the company of Y/N, a fellow first-year student. Amidst their shared struggles and their unique methods of communication, a tender bond begins to blossom. However, the shadows that haunt Inumaki's heart threaten to tear them apart. Will their connection prove strong enough to withstand the encroaching darkness?

The halls of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School bustled with the energy of students rushing to their respective classrooms. Among them was Inumaki Toge, a soft-spoken and reserved first-year student known for his unusual method of communication through cursed speech.

Inumaki's somber gaze fell upon a familiar face amidst the bustling crowd. Y/N, another first-year student, had always managed to capture his attention. There was something comforting about their presence, something that made the weight of his cursed speech a little less burdensome.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Inumaki found himself gravitating towards Y/N. Their eyes met, and a gentle smile graced Y/N's lips. It was a wordless understanding, a recognition that transcended the limitations of his speech.

"Hey, Inumaki," Y/N greeted, their voice warm and inviting.

Inumaki nodded in response, a quiet affirmation of their friendship. Though his ability to speak was limited, the connection he felt with Y/N spoke volumes.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger. Inumaki cherished the moments when they would sit together in the school courtyard, sharing their lunches. Y/N had a knack for cooking delicious meals, and Inumaki found solace in the flavors that danced upon his tongue.

In those stolen moments, the weight of his cursed speech seemed to dissipate, leaving only the warmth of Y/N's presence. They had become his sanctuary, a safe haven in a world where words often failed him.

However, darkness loomed on the horizon. Unsettling rumors of cursed spirits lurking nearby spread throughout the school. Inumaki's heart clenched with unease, fearing that the darkness would devour the fragile connection he had forged with Y/N.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N approached Inumaki with a somber expression. "Inumaki, there's something I need to tell you," they began, their voice laced with concern.

Inumaki's eyes widened, a silent plea for them to continue.

"I've been accepted into an exchange program," Y/N revealed, their words piercing Inumaki's heart like a cursed blade. "I'll be leaving in a week."

The weight of Y/N's departure bore heavily upon Inumaki's shoulders. The thought of their absence filled him with a sense of desolation, as if a part of him would be forever lost.

The days passed in a whirlwind of emotions—laughter mixed with tears, stolen glances intermingled with unspoken words. Inumaki desperately wished to convey his feelings, to whisper his love and gratitude to Y/N. But cursed speech was a double-edged sword, leaving him shackled to his silence.

On the eve of Y/N's departure, Inumaki found himself standing in front of their home, clutching a small gift. The evening breeze carried his whispered prayer, the words he dared not say aloud.

Y/N opened the door, surprise evident in their eyes. Inumaki extended the gift, his heart pounding in his chest. He hoped that the small token would convey the depths of his affection.

As Y/N unwrapped the gift, a delicate silver bracelet glimmered in the moonlight. It was adorned with a charm in the shape of an open book—an emblem of their unspoken conversations.

Inumaki's heart fluttered as Y/N's eyes met his, their expression a mixture of awe and tenderness. They understood; they had always understood.

With a silent promise to keep their connection alive, Y/N fastened the bracelet around their wrist. In that fleeting moment, their bond transcended time and space, weaving a tapestry of unspoken words.

As Y/N bid their farewell and turned to leave, Inumaki watched them walk away with a heavy heart. The tears he had held back spilled freely down his cheeks, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Inumaki continued his studies, his heart forever tethered to the memory of Y/N. The bracelet served as a reminder of the unspoken love that had blossomed between them.

And when the shadows of darkness threatened to engulf him, Inumaki would trace the delicate silver charm and find solace in the whispers of his heart. In the depths of his soul, he knew that one day, their paths would intertwine again, and their unspoken words would finally find their voice.