Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader Oneshots

Satoru x Reader (Part 1)

What was this? The air was clear, not a single impurity to cloud my sight. Light as far as I could see, as far as I could feel. A warmth so strong I burned right then and there, sure that the stars had pulled me to their hearts in forgiveness of my sins. A cleansing to wash the night's hold off me, to cradle me close like a mother.

Every part of me felt scattered, but I was there in seemingly one large piece. I was here and here and there, and I had this space to take up. This space belonged to me. There was no dark to hold my hand, to push my head under the waves and hold me there in all consuming shadows. I could open my eyes. I had myself back.

A low thrum scattered my presence, something rhythmic and painfully familiar. A frequency meant to guide me closer as I did just that. Responding to something after time had stolen so much from me, I was ecstatic to follow wherever it led me.

It wasn't until the realization passed directly through me that I woke up from it all.

A girl, young, hair the color of dirt after the first rains of the spring, my father's shoes, a voice snappy and bright and full of that life I understood now I had lost. And she had walked right through me. Life walked through me.

Two more walked through my dissipated consciousness.

Everything split apart as I began the processing of my death.

This wasn't a body I had been blessed to return to. This was yet another cage my soul had been shoved into, nothing more than a spirit. A wisp of what I must've once been. And yet the pain burying itself deep in my center was like no other I could remember feeling.

I hadn't been blessed by the stars; I had become one. Far away from the world and yet close enough to watch everyone else bask in the light of life that had been taken from me. Isolated and grieving without the dark to numb my mind this time around. Emotions raw and bleeding.

"Ma..ma?" I tried to call out uselessly. Something in my mouth was broken, the word muffled and juvenile. There was no one designed in this world to hear me here anyways, no matter how hard I tried.

But I still screamed, nevertheless. Crying hard enough to fall apart, my existence flickering and pulling back together to splinter again in never ending waves. The call for my mother echoed along the thin veil as I weakly pulled myself along this world of light blindly in hopes someone could save me.

At some point, I was sluggish with all my energy depleted to leave me weary with a longing so deep. My mother wasn't coming for me, no one was. I must've somehow crossed over here without needing to. The dark was merciful at least, not knowing what to feel, no memories to grieve, no yearning for life when all you know is emptiness.

I almost wished to return to it when there was a sharp tug from the aching center of my existence. Everything in me went blurry for a moment, the pain dulling, my sea of emotions calming under this gentle warmth wrapping around me. It was addicting instantly, driving me with the need to bury myself in this kind of sensation.

To this light, I crawled. There seemed to be a kind tether binding my soul to this fire, urging me along while giving me something to cling to as I pulled myself along to that sanctuary calling me. Like a man starved, I dragged my weary soul and all its grievances towards the light beckoning me to take a break and rest within its gentle flames. Nothing else in the world could've stopped me right then, I hardly even knew where I was being guided to but did it matter if it meant the pain got to end?

Here, just around here, every part of me knew it, responding and clinging to this binding string of light. Everything that was as dull as my sluggish mind started to strip away leaving something almost, dare I say, human. I lifted what should've been my head to gaze at my savior, this angel bringing me home.

And a demon stared back.

Horrible. Absolutely horrible. The kind of divine terror meant to send men to their knees to beg for their souls. How could such a thing exist so easily out of the hell it must've crawled out of? So steadily without every part of it bending the reality it stood in so casually? This wasn't right. There was nothing right about this thing standing in their world.

Its face was blurred and melting, a sickening sight that was only made worse by the six eyes seemingly carved into its skin, bloodied and raw. Each one was a blue so bright, I found myself preferring the never-ending pit of night to cleanse my eyes of this thing.

And that was nothing compared to the moment its eyes turned to me, every single one of them flickering my way.

A voice scratched raw with sandpaper and shrieking.

"What are you doing here?"