Fate Is A Cruel Mistress [Jujutsu Kaisen x reader]

1. Time to Guzzle This Shit

"They're keeping a cursed object in a place like this? Could they be any dumber?"

[Y/N] only hummed in acknowledgment as she walked by Megumi's side.
"Isn't there supposed to be a lock on this thing? Did the school just forget or something?" She spoke, sighing and tugging the hood on her uniform over her head. Megumi hesitantly opened the door of the Stevenson screen to reveal.......

Nothing.

It was empty. Totally, inarguably empty.

"Huh. Well this is certainly a predicament." [Y/N] watched, only slightly amused by the sight of Megumi scramble around trying to find the cursed object that the two had been tasked to retrieve. "I'll call Gojo, but I doubt he'll do anything. He is Gojo after all."

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"There's nothing here."

"Huh?"

"The Stevenson screen's empty."

"For real? That's hilarious! Maybe it took a nighttime stroll."

"You say that, but you aren't the one dealing with it." [Y/N] scoffed slightly.

"Was that a scoff I heard? I totally just heard a scoff. Love you too [Y/N]-chan!"

"Sure."

"Well, no going home until it's recovered, okay?"

Megumi hung up the phone and handed it back to [Y/N].
"I'm seriously going to punch him next time."

"I'll hold you to that."

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The sun was high in the sky, glaring at a pair of undercover jujutsu sorcerers. [Y/N] disliked the sun. It made everything way too hot and sweaty, not to mention the fact that it paired up badly with her cursed technique. Though it was necessary for the human race to survive, she often wished the sun didn't exist. She was pulled out of her thoughts at the sound of her companion's voice.

"Is there a dead body buried here or something? Even if there is, I'm surprised there's such a high level curse."

[Y/N] peered at Megumi through lidded eyes before raising her hand to her mouth and letting out a yawn.
"Yeah, It's probably because of that finger. It's cursed energy is really hard to track down though."

The spiky haired boy noticed the girl's tired appearance, furrowing his brows in concern.
"Did you get enough sleep last night [Y/N]?"

"Not really. Inumaki-senpai asked me if I wanted to make a midnight snack with him before he Maki-senpai and Panda-senpai went on that mission. My magic 8 ball said that I should agree so I ended up going to sleep pretty late."
The girl patted the brown leather pouch fixed to her side that contained the aforementioned magic 8 ball. It was quite rare to see her without it in her sight. 

"Remind me why you keep that thing with you again?"

[Y/N] sighed and answered his question in a monotone, this-is-the-hundredth-time tone.
"It's the best representation of fate's intentions in the form of an actual object."

Flashback

"I don't care what happens to me anymore. No matter what I do, it ends badly. So instead, I leave it up to fate."

"That's funny, next thing you know, you're going to be addicted to the idea of fate. You little fate addict."

Flashback over

"I don't think I'll ever understand that. Gojo-sensei called you a fate addict, by the way."

"I know. He does that. In fact, that was one of the first things he ever said to me. The annoying bastard."