Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader one shots

Inumaki

Rain pelted against the windows of the Tokyo Jujutsu High dormitory, casting a soothing symphony of nature's rhythm. Inumaki Toge stared out, lost in thought, his cursed speech grumbling occasionally, unintentional words slipping out like murmurs of a hidden heart.

You watched him from across the common room, your heart tethered by an invisible string to the enigmatic boy. The two of you had been friends for a while now, having bonded over shared missions and late-night training sessions. Yet, the truth was, you yearned for something more - to delve deeper into the heart beneath his cryptic words.

Tonight, however, the atmosphere seemed different. A faint sorrow hung around him, a delicate aura of anguish that drew you like a moth to a flame. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to where he stood, a soft smile on your lips.

"Inumaki-kun," you called out gently, your voice carrying the promise of warmth.

He turned towards you, those dark eyes locking with yours for a moment. "Y/N," he acknowledged with a faint whisper, his hands still clutching the windowsill.

"Is something bothering you?" you inquired softly, concern etching into your voice.

Inumaki hesitated, his expression wavering. Words danced on the tip of his tongue, swirling and entwining like elusive ghosts. He finally shook his head, his cursed speech shaping itself into a simple, "No."

You knew him well enough to discern the emotions behind those simple syllables. The struggle he faced to communicate was palpable, yet you were willing to listen, to understand.

"Sometimes, words aren't enough," you murmured, your gaze never leaving his.

He blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected you to perceive the depth of his turmoil. His cursed speech flowed hesitantly again, "I... sometimes wish... I could... tell you."

"Then, tell me without words," you prompted gently, a glimmer of determination in your eyes.

Inumaki regarded you, his expression shifting from surprise to a mixture of uncertainty and longing. Slowly, he lowered his hands from the windowsill, his fingers grazing yours as he took a hesitant step closer. His eyes searched yours for permission, for understanding.

You nodded, your heart racing as he reached out and intertwined his fingers with yours. His touch was warm, sending a shiver down your spine. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in that dimly lit room, rain still tapping its melody against the glass.

Inumaki's gaze never wavered as he lifted your intertwined hands to his lips. A soft, feather-light kiss was pressed against your knuckles, his eyes closing briefly, a tender gesture that held volumes of unspoken emotion.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, your heart swelling with a blend of happiness and sorrow. You wished he could voice his feelings, but this silent communion was just as powerful, perhaps even more so.

As Inumaki lowered your hand, his eyes finally met yours again, a soft smile curving his lips. His cursed speech formed a coherent sentence, "Thank you."

"For what?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"For understanding," he replied, his voice a hushed murmur. "For being here."

The vulnerability in his words tugged at your heartstrings. You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him in a gentle embrace. He hesitated for a moment, then returned the embrace, his touch hesitant yet sincere.

Rain continued its dance outside, a metaphor for the unspoken emotions that flowed between you two. In this quiet moment, beneath the canopy of raindrops, you felt an unbreakable bond forming - one that transcended words.

As you stood there, holding each other, you realized that sometimes, the most profound connections are forged not through language, but through the whispers of the heart. And in that shared silence, you found solace, understanding, and a love that needed no words to thrive.