Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader one shots

Gojo

In the world where cursed spirits and sorcery intertwined, you were an anomaly. A rare individual with no inherent curse energy, yet possessed a unique ability to nullify curses upon physical contact. This extraordinary power made you a coveted ally among the jujutsu sorcerers, and an indispensable resource to safeguard against malevolent curses.

Satoru Gojo, the enigmatic and overwhelmingly powerful sorcerer, took you under his wing as his protégé. His unruly white hair and striking blue eyes were a testament to his charm, and his heart matched his strength. Gojo's unconventional training regimen was a mix of rigorous combat drills and casual conversations about life, fostering a bond between you that transcended the student-teacher relationship.

One chilly evening, the two of you found yourselves on the rooftop of the Tokyo Jujutsu High building. The city's twinkling lights cast a mesmerizing glow, a stark contrast to the ominous world hidden beneath. You sat on the ledge, feet dangling over the edge, lost in thought. Gojo stood beside you, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"You know," you began hesitantly, "sometimes I wonder if I'm really helping. My power is... different. It's not like I can unleash a barrage of curses or wield immense cursed energy like others."

Gojo turned to you, his eyes gentle yet intense. "Your power, Y/N, is like a shield. A shield that guards us from curses that even the strongest sorcerers struggle against. Your existence is invaluable."

A bittersweet smile tugged at your lips. "I guess, sometimes, I feel inadequate."

He leaned against the ledge, so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Y/N, you're not just a tool. You're not just your power. You're you, and that's why I brought you here. You're a part of this world, and you make it better."

Your heart fluttered at his words, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper swirling within you. You turned your head away, your cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you, Gojo-sensei."

He chuckled softly. "You're welcome, Y/N."

The gentle breeze rustled your hair, and silence enveloped you both. In that quiet moment, you found comfort in each other's presence, a silent understanding that transcended words.

Days turned into weeks, and you continued to train under Gojo's watchful eye. Your bond grew stronger with each passing day, your respect for him deepening into something you couldn't quite put into words.

One evening, after an intense training session, you found yourself in the infirmary, nursing a sprained wrist. Gojo leaned against the doorway, concern etched into his features. "How are you feeling?"

You offered him a sheepish smile. "I'll live. Just a minor setback."

He stepped closer, his hand extending toward you. "May I?"

Confused but compliant, you extended your injured wrist. Gojo's fingers hovered over your skin, his eyes narrowing in concentration. A warm, soothing sensation spread through your wrist, the pain dissipating rapidly.

"You have a knack for getting hurt," he teased, his voice a soft murmur.

You chuckled. "Occupational hazard, I suppose."

Gojo's gaze turned serious, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Promise me you'll be careful. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you."

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in. The intensity in his eyes made your breath catch, a newfound awareness igniting between you. "I promise."

Days turned into nights, and the line between friendship and something more blurred. Your feelings for Gojo grew stronger, but the fear of ruining the beautiful bond you shared kept you silent.

One particularly gruesome battle against a powerful curse left you exhausted and battered. You stumbled into the Jujutsu High infirmary, collapsing onto a bed. Gojo rushed to your side, his eyes wide with concern. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You managed a weak smile. "Just a bit worn out, Gojo-sensei."

His hand brushed against your cheek, his touch comforting and electrifying all at once. "You don't have to be this strong all the time, you know. It's okay to lean on others, especially on me."

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of exhaustion and the emotions you had been suppressing. "I don't want to lose you, Gojo-sensei. You're... you're everything to me."

His thumb wiped away a tear that had escaped, his gaze soft yet intense. "You won't lose me, Y/N. I'm right here."

As if on instinct, your lips met in a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was a revelation, a connection that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Gojo's lips were warm and tender against yours, a promise of protection and understanding.

In that kiss, you found solace, a moment of respite in a world plagued by curses. Gojo pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

A shy smile graced your lips. "Me too."

Wrapped in each other's arms, you found a love that transcended curses and battles. With Gojo by your side, you faced the darkness with renewed strength, his protective aura a shield that nothing could penetrate. In each other, you found your own sanctuary, a place where love flourished amidst the chaos.

And so, the veil of protection you had both created wasn't just about curses and danger; it was a shield against the world, a haven where your hearts beat as one, against all odds.