Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Kiyotaka Ijichi x reader (first date)

Authors note: its gonna be a little awkward but hope you enjoy.

When your friends decided to create a profile for you on a popular dating app, two things came to mind: 1. how to get away with murder, and 2. instantly deleting everything.

But you thought it might be entertaining to peruse your matches, which explains why you're currently sprawled across your couch, swiping through profile after profile.

This is stupid, you think, swiping away from a profile with just "😜🍆😎" as the bio. Can't you just meet someone in real life? Ugh, good luck with that... With your hectic work schedule, you aren't exactly a social butterfly these days.

You're just about to give up and call it a night when a new match catches your attention: Ijichi Kiyotaka, 26. From his profile photo, he looks professional, the distinct type of tired that comes from working long hours (you can relate), and perhaps a little shy, smiling awkwardly at the camera.

He hasn't written anything specific about his job — only that he works too much and needs more hobbies. The interests he's listed align with many of your own, and you find yourself curious about him. Definitely more curious than you've felt about any of your other matches.

You decide to send him a message. Nothing too long, but enough to introduce yourself and comment on a few of the things he mentioned in his profile.

When you wake up the next morning, you're pleased to find that he's already replied. And soon enough, you're writing to each other several times a day, your messages getting longer and longer.

You're the one who suggests meeting in person, and he agrees, even though he seems a little nervous. (To be fair, most things seem to make him nervous.) A week passes, and the day finally arrives. You're sitting at a small table on a café patio, wearing your favorite outfit and compulsively checking your phone.

Calm down. It's just a first date. No pressure. But there's something different about Ijichi. You're always careful when it comes to relationships, wary of falling for someone way too quickly. And yet...

"Er... Y/N? H-hello."

You look up to find Ijichi standing across from you, smiling pleasantly while, somehow, also looking slightly panicked. You can't help but think it's kind of adorable.

He sits down, seeming to grow calmer as the waitress takes your orders and brings back your respective drinks. Conversation flows smoothly between the two of you, just as it did when you were messaging back and forth. You had been afraid things would be different in person — painfully awkward, or whoops-turns-out-he-might-be-a-serial-killer scary. But it's clear to you that Ijichi, a nervous man by nature, is comfortable around you. And that thought alone makes something flutter in the pit of your stomach.

He tells you he's an administrator of sorts for a local school, handling mundane tasks and day-to-day affairs. "Mostly paperwork," he says with a half-smile. "Sometimes driving, handling problems as they come up... Not very interesting."

"It sounds much more interesting than my job," you assure him, and you think you see a tinge of pink in his cheeks.

You talk about the books you've read lately, the plants he's recently purchased (and is desperately trying not to neglect), what kinds of music you like, and your favorite restaurants in the area. Without you realizing it, two hours pass in the blink of an eye, and the waitress brings your bill to the table, explaining that there's no rush, but her shift is ending.

You and Ijichi reach for the slip of paper at the same time, and your hand brushes against his. It's warm and softer than you expected. The realization that you've thought about it — what his touch might feel like — has you feeling flustered.

You both stammer apologies, and he manages to retrieve the bill, slipping a card out of his pocket and handing both to your waitress.

"Sorry about that," he says again.

"No, it's fine, really!" You glance down at your hands, now clasped together in your lap. "It was... nice. Your hand, I mean. If you want to, we can..." You're not usually so tongue-tied, and you feel a blush spreading across your face, warm and uncomfortable. How long has it been since your last first date? I'm a mess...

But then a hand appears on the table, resting in front of you, palm up, and when you look at Ijichi, you find that he's just as red as you suspect you are.

"Is this okay?"

Instead of answering, you slide your hand into his, and his fingers slowly close around it, his thumb gently rubbing across your knuckles.

When the waitress returns with his card and the receipt, he signs the bill with his free hand. And when the two of you exit the café, you hang onto him, tentatively twining your fingers between his.

"I know we just had coffee, but... Are you hungry?" you ask. "Maybe we could get some dinner, if you don't have other plans."

When he looks at you, there's no nervousness or hesitation — only a soft sweetness that makes your heart beat faster.

"I'd love that."