Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Inumaki Toge X reader

Authors note: Inumaki is a famous jujutsu kaisen sorcerer and he's been gone on a 10month mission. I hope y'all enjoy.

It had been months since Inumaki had come home. Months spent sleeping on his side of the bed, burying her face in one of his pillows to catch his scent. Nights spent wearing his shirts, waiting for his calls, and settling with the recording of his voice during the voicemail message, in moments when she especially had missed him.

The point was, it had been ages since she'd seen her boyfriend, and Y/N is determined not to let coursework take away more time spent with him.

So, she scrambled to get it all done, in order to have more time for Inumaki's kisses, cuddles, and love. She hadn't felt him in so long, so without hesitation she'd buried herself under assignments, final projects, and studying for major examinations that would take place the following weeks. She started a few days before Inumaki was to get off the plane, starting with basic reviewing and taking creative breaks by writing and proofreading final essays and projects.

Somewhere along the way, she'd traded meals (the ones Inumaki had made with his own hands and left frozen for her in the fridge, because she can't cook for shit and he's too fond of her to let her become sick by eating burnt toast) for processed food, muffins and coffee. She stayed in their living room, where she had spread all of the work so it lay in unorganized heaps and papers scattered on the ground she could somehow navigate through. One half haphazardly crumpled and tossed ball of foil paper she'd eaten a muffin from had quickly turned to a couple, a dozen, and then bred to the point where it had escalated north to a much greater number. Wrappers littered the floor, despite her prior hate for disgusting messes rather than comfortable messes, she didn't care. Coffee cups lay strewn aside, muffins half eaten, eyes bleary and nose sniffling a little from congestion.

The messiness crept up on her. Parts of her life began falling off, forming an eclectic debris that dribbled gradually into every corner. Empty sushi containers, Diet Coke cans, sweaters, sweatshirts ( Inumaki's), socks, her running shoes...when was the last time she'd washed her hair?

However, she really wanted to see Inumaki properly and get those assignments finished, so she wrote that essay.

There is the thesis, which she painstakingly rewrites in every paragraph or else the teacher will say something like '???'. There is her restating the first bit of the thesis statement again, maybe with a different word or two. There's that one character she does remember vaguely, and a purposefully verbose depiction of them so she can take up as much space as possible.

Transitional sentences she shambled together out of the remains of her hopes and dreams.

A rambling, off-topic sentence which probably should have been deleted but it's four in the morning and she honestly doesn't care and I need those full ten pages. A drastic shift in the paper where for five seconds she actually thinks she knows what she's talking about. There's her analysis of a quote in which she tries to explain why it supports her thesis like explaining to a small child why the wind blows. It just does, okay, but I'm only going to be able to express this in really confused and circular speech. Here's her mentioning that character again, but this time she's talking also about a second character. She secretly hopes she never has to take a test on this stuff. Concluding line. Transitional sentence, but with a vague sense of foreboding and dread attached to it. Her sore hands are starting to slow down. She has now grown to resent the two characters she has been talking about, and she sincerely hopes they both die in a fire, because literally nothing interesting happens to them; literally nothing interesting happened in this book whatsoever, but here's the analysis of a quote dedicated to them.