JJK x Reader One Shots

Exhibit! [Naoya Zen'in x Reader]

WARNING: none 

Reader is 21+

For you, existing is a series of calculated moves. Scanning the emptying sidewalks with your sunglasses still covering your bloodshot eyes you pressed a cigarette to your lips, lipstick staining the pure white filter. Everything around you is pulsating, the way the wind pushes against your face, each tingle gently making its way from your heart to your fingertips.

Even the way your gun rubs against your bare thigh has a beat of its own, plainly visible through your tight dress if anyone had half a brain to look.

Yet again you were assigned to gather information about the sorcerers from the Zenin clan which included the twins, the first-year male, and some of the other clans.

But the mission is not completed till the assigned person comes back home.

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The room was completely soundless, the rustling of the trees outside and the birds chirping barely audible from the other side of the thick glass of the window allowing broad rays of sunlight to filter inside and scatter onto milk-white sheets. A gentle smile adorned your lips, even as the light hit your unaccustomed eyes, as you rolled over, arm stretched out to run your palm along the contours of your lover's visage.

 Yet, your hand only met the chilled surface of the empty bed sheets, laying neat and untouched against the plush mattress. As you became more conscious and aware of the moment, you sat up and glanced around the room, seeing everything just as you had left it when you went to bed in the early hours of the morning, beside him.

What is this sense of... loneliness?

A delicate cloud of warm vapor dissipated into the chilled atmosphere almost as quickly as it had formed. Heaving a large sigh, you watched another one of the puffs of breath vanish into the icy air, leaving you with the obligation to breathe another fog into the frigid air.

The sound of a click signaling the door being unlocked caused your head to shoot up with curiosity, eyes wide as a familiar figure stepped into the room, as he softly shut the door behind him. He turned, gaze locked with yours as he slowly made his way towards the table, and sat down on the couch close to the bed.

A steady silence hovered over the atmosphere before he allowed a whisper to crack through space. "What time did you come in last night? Tell me what information you gathered."

You craved for him to speak romantic and passionate words to you, to make you feel as if you were the only one for him. You felt an undying love and devotion towards him, and yet was it worth having to wait hours, sometimes days or even a week, to hear a single word from him?

 Was it worth all of the anxiety it caused you, where you wondered if he even cared about whether you were still alive or not? Did he even make an effort to show you how he felt, or when to reassure you that you are going to be safe?

Instead, a question and a command were presented in front of you. He didn't ask about your injuries or how did it happen. Or even whether you were fine or not.

You murmured something inaudible, sipping some coffee before speaking clearly. "About four or five in the morning... It's almost nine now."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You had a meeting early morning and I didn't want to disturb you," you answered.

Watching quietly, you studied the details of his visage. The way his locks fell precisely in between his brows, practically itching your palm to brush them away. How his lips although pressed together with determination, and slight annoyance. As his eyes opened once more to connect with yours, you smiled.

Naoya wasn't the type to express his emotions too thoroughly, especially with ones he cared for. He only wanted power and didn't care about anyone else, but he still does care for some. And you had realized this easily after a few precious moments shared with him, most likely due to the blunt responses he had muttered out after your questions.

Even as you had decided to accept the man's odd ways for the sake of your undying devotion towards him, there was always still a tug at your senses alarming you to wake up from your childish daydream or your degradation kink. This was the real world.

He always seemed to notice even the slightest things about you, for reasons you were unsure of. "Get some more sleep," he ordered.

"I will. Don't wor-"

Your words were sharply cut off by the harsh ring of a cellphone. The bed creaking with the sudden movement as you reached for the phone and held it to your ear.

 A series of "Mhm"'s and "Yes sir"'s followed the eerie silence as Naoya leaned on his elbow on the mattress to support his chin, blanket slipping down from your torso enough to reveal your full back. With a final "Yes sir", you hung up and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

"I thought today was your day off and your right leg is not in the right condition," he murmured, straightening his hakama with his right hand, clearly uninterested in receiving the answer to the question he demanded.

You nodded in agreement, hurriedly covering your body up with the clothes you wore. "I know, I know... Something's just come up," you explained.

An almost cocky smile played onto his features as he spoke, "Don't die."

With a final fleeting moment of eye contact before he stepped out, you spoke "Naoya- san wait-"

"What?"

You were silent for a long moment, eyes lingering on his figure and sketching his appearance into your mind. As you always did in times like these. "When will I see you again?" you whispered.

"At sunrise," he murmured. As you nodded, he grinned, eyes glistening with the emotions he had no time and interest to express to you.

If he had wanted to be with you as badly as you craved to be by him, shouldn't he try harder to win your affection and love? Why should he act so indifferent around you?

  And before he could succumb to his desires to stay by your side for the sunrise, the door softly shut behind his form leaving you to get ready for another task.

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can gege please make naoya ugly??? PLEASE???? i need to hate him for what he's doing but not when he looks like that although the piss hair color is where i draw the lines

he's hot when he has his mouth shut. imagine if he wasn't misogynistic. istg everyone would simp for him. #toji2 

published: may 15 2021