Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Yuta Okkostu x Reader Pt1

Authors notes: I hope y'all enjoy part 1 of this story. ft: inumaki and maki

Warning: angst

Yuta Okkotsu was your best friend.

You loved his humor and his cocky smirk he wore when he said something funny and knew it. You loved (but told him you hated) how he could make you laugh no matter what situation you were in. You loved his stupid quaffed hair that he refused to cut. You loved his nerdy graphic tees that you had a bad habit of stealing.

"Wear your own shirts." Yuta would complain, though he secretly found the sight of you in his t-shirts to be heavenly.

"But yours are soft." You'd whine. "Tell me what fabric softener you use."

"I can't tell you. It's an old Okkotsu family secret." Yuta would lie. It wasn't really. He used Snuggle. But he couldn't tell you that, or you'd stop having a reason to steal his shirts.

You loved Yuta's fascination with nerd culture. From his outdated pop culture references to his geek out moments with inumaki over Legos, you found it all adorable.

You loved Yuta's quirks. You liked the little things he did like always hugging you with his arms around your waist instead of one arm over the shoulder and one under the arm like he did with everyone else. You liked how he made you write down your skincare routine so he could follow the same one, and you liked how he'd FaceTime you every night so you could do it together. You liked how he got out of bed in intervals of five. He can't get out at 7:03, but 7:05 is just right. And if he misses that, he gets out at 7:10. You liked how he drank his water at room temperature like a crazy person. You teased him for it but ended up trying it for yourself and to your surprise, you didn't hate it. You liked how he took it upon himself to wear your scrunchie around his wrist like a bracket in case you needed one. You liked how he got teased for it yet showed up wearing it day after day. You liked how if he kissed one of your cheeks, he just had to kiss the other, for symmetrical purposes. And you liked how he learned how to braid hair just so he could braid yours during long study sessions that lasted late into the night.

Most of all, you loved Yuta for who he was. Yuta Okkotsu was a good person. You'd see him slipping money into inumakis wallet when Inukami didn't have enough. You'd notice him biting his tongue and turning the other cheek when Flash made some obscene comment about Yuta's financial situation. You graciously knew he'd always be willing to give you an answer during a test via your secret language that the two of you and who during finals freshman year. You'd see him putting a blanket over May and quietly washing the dishes or doing the laundry when she was too tired to do it herself and had fallen asleep on the couch. And you knew more often than not, Yuta being Special grade sorcerer duties included Taking care of the rest of the class of Tokyo Metropolitan curse technical college. He was a good guy. You were glad he was your best friend.

Platonic. Friendly. Best friend.

And you were Yuta's best friend, though he told inukami differently.

He loved everything about you. The way that one baby hair always stuck up no matter how many times you brushed it down. The way you somehow managed to smell like the concept of being kissed on the forehead by a majestic beast in an enchanted forest. The way you put others first and never yourself, and didn't even know you did it. Or how you were never too busy to drop what you were doing and watch a sunset with Yuta' from the roof of his apartment. You lived in the apartment building across from him, and as fate would have it, your window looked right into his. You guys could see each other from your windows and talk from your fire escapes. On late nights, Yuta' would easily swing you over to your room and easily swing back. And every single morning, you'd open your blinds after getting dressed and wave to Yuta'. Sometimes you two had a stupid dance off or light saber battle. And sometimes, Yuta''s favorite, you'd blow him a kiss. Also every single morning, he'd watch you brush your hair. Not in a creepy way, of course. At least that's what Yuta told himself. He'd just wonder how your hair would feel running across his fingertips or how badly he wanted it to be the one brushing it.