Random oneshots :)

54-jujutsu kaisen (nanami) x reader

*pairing with nanami. mentally ill, overworked {Y/N} breaks down.*

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{Y/N} {l/N}. shes a second year at jujutsu tech, close friends with maki, panda and inumaki, a great student and a powerful sorcorer.

your first year at jujutsu tech was hard. not because you were untalented, but because you were too much.

at a young age you were raised to perfection. your parents had to have you doing everything, playing the piano, dancing, doing charity work, swimming, and being perfect in school.

it was torture.

they didnt care much for you, but for the way you make them look, baring their last name. you could say it broke your brain at some point. all you ever did was to please them, to make them happy, to be proud of you and to tell you you did good.

it was harder then it sounds. whatever it is you did, it was never enough. you had to run around, initiate things yourself and also do everything you already had on your scadule.

you had to be the best on the piano, the best dancer, the smartest kid, the fastest kid, the most beautiful girl and the most perfect kid.

if something wasnt as good as it was expected, youd get punished. as much as you hated getting slapped, hit and yelled at, the worst thing that youve felt was the silence treatment.

after the hitting, the yelling, the breaking, they wouldnt speak to you. wont aknowledge your presence, and it hurts more then anything. all you want is to be noticed, and when they wont even look at you when you finally came home after a long day, wont make you feed or send you off to bed, you were about ready to die.

youd find yourself crawling and begging for their forgivness, sobbing your eyes out till your head hurt and you couldnt even move. the pain would turn physical, from your heart to your whole body. 

from all those years of chasing after aknowldegment and validation, those things got burned into your brain. that was your goal.

i want them to tell me im doing good.

when you were scouted as a potential sorcorer, you were beyond happy. another thing you could excel at, another thing that could bring your parents to maybe loving you, finally.

the reaction was different. when they found out youll be moving out and focusing on this thing... they werent happy.

"out that door, until you get your head sorted" they said, like they are not the ones who broke your brain.

teary eyed and aching body, you left the house with little to nothing and moved to the dorms of jujutsu tech.

gojo, nanami, and yaga were expacting you to focus on your sorcorer career, but they soon found out you are not letting anything go.

you continued playing the piano, dancing, doing charity work and doing everything you used to do, plus the sorcorer work.

you were doing too much.

your day routine looked like a hot mess. study at jujutsu tech, go to piano classes, immediatly from there you went to dancing class, and late dinner time was the time you volonteered at a homeless shelter.

youd come back to the dorm late at night and start working ever more. writing, homework, studying, practicing, and youd usualy go swimming early in the morning.

noone has ever seen you actually sleeping.

you just couldnt stop, you had to have it all. you cant let any more people down, not your parents, not your teachers, not the people around you.