The Second Strongest Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader)

Very soon

In a small, timeworn restaurant nestled at the foot of the mountains, the low murmur of conversation filled the air. The establishment, known for its simplicity, was a popular stop for hikers and tourists alike who were either beginning or ending their journey up the mountain.

"Have you heard, Saito? There's this young man who can heal any kind of ailment or discomfort in the temple up the mountain!"

A middle-aged woman leaned across the table, her voice animated as she shared the latest gossip with her friend.

"The Buddhist temple, right? I've been thinking about taking my daughter there. She's been having trouble trying to sleep," the other woman replied with a sigh, concern etched into her features as she stirred her tea absentmindedly.

Their conversation, filled with curiosity, continued, but it was soon interrupted by a voice from the table behind them.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but could I also know about that temple?"

The women turned to find a man dressed in hiking clothes, his face partially obscured by a cap, sitting just behind them. His posture was relaxed, but there was an air of quiet intensity about him.

"I'm pretty sure one of my old high school classmates works there."

He added as he removed his cap, revealing a warm smile meant to put them at ease.

And it was none other than (Y/N).

"Master Geto. You have a guest."

A long pink-haired woman peeked her head into the room, sliding the shoji door open just enough to catch the attention of the man inside. Her tone was respectful as she alerted him to the visitor's arrival.

In the vast, dimly lit Buddhist shrine room, Geto Suguru sat at the center, his posture composed but commanding. Behind him, three ancient scrolls hung on the wall, adding a solemn ambiance to the room. Beside him, a discreet disinfecting spray rested within arm's reach.

He wore a black and gold monk's robe, a symbol of the life he now portrayed. His long black hair, now grown past his shoulders, framed his face.

"Bring them in," Geto instructed, his voice calm.

He quickly hid the spray inside his pocket, sitting up straighter, ready to meet whoever had come to see him.

The shoji door slid open fully, and the visitor stepped inside.

As the man walked into the room, Geto's composed expression faltered, his eyes wrinkling in shock and disbelief.

"Hey, long time no see," the visitor said casually, his tone friendly.

The man walked up and sat down on the floor across from Geto, completely at ease, while Geto remained tense, struggling to process the sudden appearance.

It was (Y/N) after all.

"It's a kind act, what you're doing here. Exorcising cursed spirits that have latched themselves onto humans? Look, you're even dressed right for the part."

(Y/N) continued with an underlying edge to his words.

Geto remained silent, his mind racing. This encounter was unexpected, unplanned, and he was unable to mask his surprise.

He finally managed to find his voice, though it came out shakier than he intended.

"W-What... What are you doing here?"

(Y/N) ignored the question, his expression hardening slightly as he continued.

"It would truly seem kind—if you ignored the fact that you demand enormous amounts of money each time you exorcise a spirit, only to collect that same spirit for other heinous acts."

He smiled as he removed his cap and placed it beside him on the floor. The smile was more a display of grim sarcasm than genuine warmth.

Geto sighed, rubbing his forehead and finally recollecting himself enough to respond.

"And you're here to put an end to it? No... If you wanted to, you could've done it years ago," Geto mused, his voice steadier now as he began to think more clearly. His hand moved to his chin as he considered the situation.

"Did those damn geezers finally snap and send you to kill me? I knew it was going to be either you or Satoru..."

"No, Geto. I'm not here on a mission," (Y/N) interrupted, his tone shifting from sarcastic to serious.

"I actually don't want anyone to know that I am here, so let's keep that a secret between us."

Geto scoffed, dropping his hand and giving a bitter smile.

The implications of (Y/N)'s words were clear.

"What is it then, (Y/N)? Don't tell me you actually came here to strike up a conversation with me."

There was a pause, and then (Y/N) simply pointed a finger at him, confirming Geto's guess with a straightforward gesture.

"I probably won't kill or even harm you unless you decide to do something stupid again. I'll respect Gojo's decision of not stopping you on that day."

Despite everything, despite the path Geto had chosen, (Y/N) still hesitated to end it here and now... Not because of fear or doubt, but because, still... Deep down, Geto Suguru was still the friend he, Shoko, and Gojo had once known. To kill him now, without their agreement, would be a betrayal of those memories.

Geto's laughter broke the tension, a loud, almost mocking sound as he covered his face with one hand.

"You'll regret that, (Y/N). Very soon, that is."

His words were a warning, but (Y/N) didn't flinch. There was no sign of worry, no hint of hesitation in his demeanor.

"Very soon, huh..." (Y/N) mused, his voice calm as he stood his ground.

"Well, whatever it is... It probably won't be more shocking than the spectacle the whole Jujutsu Society is going to witness once more, very soon..."