Fog of War || Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader

Slumbering Secrets

Fingers grazed upon a mirror followed by a palm softly coming to rest in place. The fingers of the (S/c) hand were painted black in the vain hopes of covering the markings underneath. the air was filled with the sound of an exhausted sigh. Another hand grabbed a fistful of the flowing water from the sink tap before bringing it up to carefully slap it upon its owner's face. This was followed by the male's soaked face lifting to reveal dark bags under dull (E/c) eyes. This exhausted form of course belonged to you. Plagued by nightmares, you had barely managed to get any rest over the past couple of days. Now that you were training with Maki and the others as well as your kouhai, it was becoming increasingly harder to focus. You kept having strange dreams ever since the last of the paper tags left your flesh. You tried applying temporary ones but to no avail as the dreams of death and that blood-ridden swamp persisted. Lifting your wet hand to press against the mirror, you took note of your now black painted nails. The symbols on your left hand would not come off so to prevent further intrigue you quickly applied this simple color to hide it. Those strange marks on your nails felt singed into the nail itself and the flesh underneath, impossible to remove. It was like an infection was spreading from your fingers down into your hand. Lifting your hands away from the mirror, you disregarded the slight prints you left behind and whipped your still wet hand on your black and grey tracksuit.

(Y/n): I don't have the time to mope... Let's finish up this errand and get back to it.

Carrying yourself out of the men's room, you looked around for the kouhai but found them missing. Letting out a groan, you knew you had to find them. They could have at least waited... Of course, that was before the fingers on your left hand twitched. A pain-filled your palm softly as you gripped your left wrist tightly. This infection as you called it made your hand throb sometimes as it seemingly grew attached to your body. But now it seemed to come in handy. the sudden painful shock woke up your senses enough to notice something.

(Y/n): Curse... energy?

That definitely felt like Fushiguro's and... Maki? Why would she be here? Though this was no time to sit idle. Your instincts kicked into gear as you began pumping adrenaline into your veins. You wouldn't let anything to your kouhai, not again.

???: You need to pick your opponent.

A familiar voice spoke pointing a revolver at the injured figure of Kugisaki. Your eyes laid upon this sight but found your logic to be stripped due to the lack of sleep. You tried to contain your emotions but already found yourself in a sprint at the black-haired girl. Stop. You know her. What are you doing? A voice vaguely yours and not yours warned in your mind but your fist was already raised back, maroon curse energy-storing into your palm. You were more than ready to tear this person's head from their shoulder. Kugisaki was hurt. They hurt them. It seemed so simple as the person started looking over her shoulder with widened eyes. Of course, it was someone else that managed to stop you instead. A staff reached out and pressed firmly against your chest, your fist a breath away from caving into the girl's face when your eyes widened in time to see... Mai? Your fist quickly dropped though you were in a daze.

Maki: What do you think you're doing with my errand girl, Mai?

What? N-No... why would Mai be here? Where was Fushiguro? Glancing at your hands, your heart dropped as you took note of the red liquid coating the knuckles of your left hand before quickly shaking away the thought. This hand... the rest of your body was calming down from the battle high it had whipped itself into but this hand... the symbols seemed to have a bloodlust. The end of the staff resting on your chest prodded against you once more. Your eyes lifted and managed to refocus before meeting the concerned orbs of Maki. Meanwhile, Kugisaki was holding Mai in a sleeper hold and now you were more confused than you had been.