Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader one shots

Gojo

The sun had just dipped beneath the horizon, casting an orange and pink glow over the Jujutsu High campus. Most students had retired for the day, but one figure remained, sitting on the rooftop ledge, legs dangling over the edge.

Gojo Satoru, the formidable and charismatic teacher, gazed out into the fading light. His striking eyes, usually filled with playful arrogance, were softened by a touch of melancholy tonight.

Y/N approached cautiously, their presence unnoticed by the sorcerer lost in his thoughts. They had always admired Gojo from a distance, his strength and charisma something to be in awe of. Yet, beyond his radiant exterior, they had sensed a loneliness that echoed their own.

"Gojo-sensei," they called softly, breaking his reverie.

Gojo turned, his signature grin slipping back onto his face. "Ah, Y/N! What's up?"

"Mind if I join you?" Y/N asked, gesturing to the spot beside him.

"Of course, make yourself at home," Gojo replied, his tone surprisingly gentle.

They settled beside him, and together, they watched the city lights twinkle to life. A comfortable silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city.

"You know," Y/N began, their voice barely above a whisper, "sometimes I wonder if all this is worth it. Fighting curses, risking our lives..."

Gojo looked at them, his smile fading just a fraction. "It's a tough road, no doubt about it. But it's also what gives life meaning. Protecting others, making a difference in the world... That's the essence of being an exorcist."

Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the horizon. "I get that. But sometimes, it's hard to find the strength to keep going."

Gojo's eyes softened. "You're not alone in feeling that way. Even the strongest among us have moments of doubt. It's okay to lean on others for support."

Y/N's lips quirked into a small smile. "Like you?"

"Exactly," Gojo replied with a wink. "I'm always here for my students, ready to offer advice or a listening ear."

As the night deepened, their conversation continued. They spoke of fears, dreams, and everything in between. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, a connection that went beyond the student-teacher dynamic.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger. Y/N found themselves seeking out Gojo's company more often, and he was always more than willing to oblige. Whether it was late-night talks on the rooftop or impromptu sparring sessions, they became inseparable.

But life in the world of Jujutsu sorcery was never easy. One fateful mission left Y/N injured, curses having taken advantage of a momentary distraction. As they lay in the infirmary, Gojo stood by their side, his expression a mix of guilt and concern.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his fingers brushing against theirs. "I should've been there to protect you."

"It's not your fault, Gojo-sensei," Y/N whispered weakly, managing a faint smile. "Curses are unpredictable."

Days turned into weeks of recovery. Gojo visited every day, bringing books, flowers, and his irrepressible charm. His presence was a beacon of light in Y/N's otherwise monotonous days.

One evening, as the sun cast long shadows through the window, Gojo appeared with a small, wrapped box. "A little something to lift your spirits."

Y/N unwrapped the box to reveal a delicate bracelet, adorned with a charm in the shape of a crescent moon. "It's beautiful, Gojo-sensei."

"It's a protective charm," he explained, fastening it around their wrist. "So you'll always have a bit of my strength with you."

Touched by his gesture, Y/N felt their heart swell with emotion. In that moment, the lines between student and teacher blurred, and their connection deepened into something more profound.

Weeks turned into months, and Y/N's strength gradually returned. They continued their exorcist duties, side by side with Gojo, facing curses and challenges head-on. Their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the trust they had cultivated.

One evening, as they stood atop the same rooftop where their journey had begun, a gentle breeze ruffled Y/N's hair. Gojo turned to them, his gaze intense yet tender.

"Y/N, there's something I want to tell you," he began, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain. "I've come to care for you deeply, more than I thought possible."

Y/N's heart raced as they met his gaze, their own feelings finally coming to the surface. "Gojo-sensei, I feel the same way."

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. With the cityscape as their backdrop, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken emotions they had shared, a promise of unwavering support and affection.

Their journey was far from over, and the world of curses would continue to test them. But in each other, they had found a source of strength and solace, a light that would guide them through the darkest of times.

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Gojo Satoru and Y/N stood together, their hearts intertwined in a bond that transcended the boundaries of their roles, a testament to the enduring power of love.