The Second Strongest Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader)

Fwoo and Hyoi

Navigating through the silent corridors, (Y/N) and Shoko finally make their way outside. The garden bathed in moonlight and the buzz of cicadas filled the air.

(Y/N) starts taking deep, measured breaths, each inhalation lifting the heaviness that had settled on his chest indoors.

"Why do you think the night air helps?" Shoko asks, genuine curiosity lining her tone as she watches him.

"It's just... Cleaner, I guess. Definitely more calming than the air inside," (Y/N) explains, his voice low, almost mingling with the night's whispers.

"It feels like I can think clearer here."

Shoko nods, understanding more than she lets on.

"Well, in case you're worried about your recovery, don't be. A day or two and you should feel a lot better. Your body's recovering, just tired and a bit shocked from the fight, that's all."

(Y/N) smiles faintly, comforted by her reassurances. "I just realized... I haven't said thank you yet... Thank you for healing me."

She returns the smile and gently pats his shoulder. "Don't mention it. It's what I'm best at," she says with a casual grin.

"Reverse Cursed Technique... It really is amazing. I admire that you can use it," (Y/N) muses, touching his chin thoughtfully.

Shoko casually pulls out a cigarette from a box and places it between her lips.

"Wanna learn it? I could teach you all about it if you want."

(Y/N)'s eyes widen as she nonchalantly offers to teach him one of the most complex Jujutsu techniques.

"Really?"

Shoko lights her cigarette and takes a drag, nodding slowly. "Alright. It's very simple, but listen carefully," she says, then positions herself in front of (Y/N).

He starts to watch intently, slightly nervous about what is to come.

"It goes like fwoo," Shoko waves one of her fingers in the air.

"And then, hyoi!" She waves it again casually and points at (Y/N).

"Got it?" She asks with a confident smile.

...

(Y/N), with a blank expression, begins to nod slowly and in a robotic manner.

"I see..." He murmurs quietly, realizing she hasn't actually explained anything.

Shoko continues to smile, taking another drag of her cigarette, pleased that (Y/N) "managed to get it."

"I knew you would. Everyone else I taught seems to not have any sense for it."

(Y/N) bursts into slight laughter, imagining the reactions of others who were "taught" in the same manner.

"Fwoo and hyoi. I'll make sure to master it. Thanks, Shoko."

(Y/N) says, his voice rich with amusement. Even though he learned nothing, he was enjoying her company immensely.

"Let's keep going then," Shoko says as she puts the cigarette back in her mouth and resumes pushing the wheelchair.

They proceeded through the night longer, the soft crunch of gravel under the wheelchair mingling with the cicadas' serenade.

After a little while, Shoko stops pushing the wheelchair and pulls up beside (Y/N). "Anywhere else you want to go?"

(Y/N)'s mind drifted for a moment before he replied, "Do you know where Gojo's room is?"