Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Hiromi Higuruma X reader

"Higuruma?"

You tilt your head, eyes curious as you look at the man sitting before you. He looks up at you, dark eyes simultaneously aloof and appraising as he takes you in, too. It'd be unnerving if your friend hadn't warned you; but, they had, and it's oddly reassuring.

"Hi. I'm yn. yn ln. Or nn, whatever works." You shrug out of your coat, hanging it on the back of your chair.

He stands up, all but unfolding himself from the small window table, and bows slightly. It's equal parts weird and charming. "Higuruma Hiromi. Thank you for meeting me."

"Oh-" you smile as he pulls your seat out of you, sitting down stiffly . "Thank you. I know you're getting ready for a big case."

At his uncomfortable expression, you wince slightly, waiting for him to sit back down to say, "Sorry. I don't mention your work."

"No, it's...you needn't worry about that, ln. Not while we're together."

Your eyes widen at the weight of his words but he doesn't notice. Instead, he stares at the waitress who comes over. He surprises you by ordering a white mocha, extra sugar and double sprinkles over his whipped cream, and a gingerbread muffin (he'd specified marshmallows on the side as well, which amuses you as you make your less specific order).

"You don't go by a Japanese name."

"...I'm not Japanese."

He huffs out a dry laugh. "Thank you for letting me know."

"It's hard to tell," you nod, smiling as you lean into the table.

It's small, your knees are touching beneath, and if he leaned forward he could kiss you. It'd just be a brush of the lips but the thought nearly distracts you from your teasing because you can't help but wonder what type of girl he would lean over a table to kiss. Because you're certain he would.

"People mistake me all the time," you continue, smirking playfully at him.

"[ ] said you were sarcastic."

You ease back into your seat. "Is that alright?"

He searches your face. You think he does, at least. His expression doesn't really change but enough time passes. "I hadn't expected the sarcasm to be...sweet."

"Is that alright?"

"You should be yourself," he nods before shifting gears. "You should decide on one. You've been here long enough."

"Higuruma," you settle your chin in your hand and prop your elbow on the table. "Is this a date? Or are you petitioning to be my lawyer?"

"I should hope you never need me in that way."

"Ah- you haven't heard then. If you think me changing my name would give me better odds-"

You grin at his furrowed brow, reaching across the table and drawing your fingers over his knuckles. "-of winning you over..."

"You're a menace."

"But I'm very beautiful" -his cheeks color, but his expression doesn't change- "so, it's alright."

He swallows, glancing at the waitress as you thank her for your drinks and pastries. "You aren't wrong," he says once you're alone again. "On both accounts."

•••

[ ] : no update? was it that bad O.o

Your eyes widen as you cover the screen of your watch, laughing slightly as you realize what time it is. You glance at Higuruma to see him staring at you, not exactly curious by intestered, and it only makes [ ]'s question funnier.

Drawing out a quick still with him, you clear your screen and refocus on him. "You-know-who is checking in," you explain before having a sip of your nice cold coffee. "It's been two hours."

"Has it?"

"Mmm." You have the last night of your pastry. "I can't believe it, either. I kind of need to get back to work."

"Kind of?" He asks, looking around for your waitress.

"My office is very liberal. My boss is in California- also why I haven't had to change my name," you laugh as your conversation comes full circle.

"Sounds like an excuse," he says, glancing at you with the subtlest of kitty in his eyes.

It draws heat to your face, butterflies filling the space of your stomach over the fact that he's flirting with you.

"Would you like a drink to-go?"

"A parting gift?" You tease.

He swallows, quiet for a moment before saying, "Something to remember me by." His tone tells you he's trying and it's endearing. Almost stupidly so. And it only increases as his cheeks dust pink. "To keep you warm on your way back to work."

"I do want to try that chocolate strawberry mocha..."

"It's good. I usually ask for extra strawberries."

"That's very cute of you."

The waitress comes over to take your to-go orders and, once she leaves, Higuruma surprises you by mimicking your earlier action.

His finger is unexpectedly soft as he draws it over your knuckles, the action soft and slow. You watch as he focuses on it, his lips quirking at the corners as he does it again with his thumb before curling his pinky around yours. The silence that falls is comfortable, allowing you to digest your coffee date.

You really hadn't noticed two hours passing as you all chatted about relatively mundane things, bits and pieces of your lives wrapping in between them and your teasing. He hasn't become any easier to read, but his flat features and demeanor leave you on the edge of your seat, curious to see if he'll be amused if embarrassed, unfazed or charmed by whatever little thing you'd said. And you're 100% certain you want to see him again. Later. Tomorrow, the next day. It doesn't really matter as long as it happens.

"We should get going, then," he says, pinky letting yours go.

It's only then that you realize your new drinks are on the table, and you're a little surprised over the fact that you spaced out under the warmth of his touch. "Oh. Yeah..."

He helps you into your cost, gloved hands handing you your drink. "I enjoyed this, ln," he admits as you all leave the store. "Would you like to do it again?"

"Yes."

He chuckles as you pull out your phone, unlocking it to get his number. "I'm not sure I can meet midday again this week."

"Because of work? Even the week of Christmas?" You ask as you hand him your phone. "I guess the law waits for no man."

He laughs, once through his nose as he hands you your phone back. "I'll make time in the evenings. Whenever you're free."

"Every night this week." You send him a text as you flash him a grin. "Kidding. Well, not really. I am free-"

He leans in to brush a kiss to your cheek, lips soft and sure as his hand gently touches your free one. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Get back to work safely."

Your eyes are wide as they meet his, your words stuck in your throat from the surprise of it all. "Oh- okay."

Higuruma squeezes your hand familiarly before letting go, his eyes perfectly focused on you. "I'll call you tonight. We can make plans for tomorrow evening."

You swallow the lump in your throat, pressing up on your tiptoes as you take hold of his arm to support yourself. He stands perfectly still, holding his breath even as you linger for a moment. It causes you to smile as you say, "I like having the last word."

He laughs, hand grasping your elbow to help support you. But, before he can say anything more you brush a kiss to his jaw.

"I'll be waiting."