Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader Oneshots

Junpei x Reader

High school is hell, don't let anyone tell you differently.  Although, if you manage to climb your way to the top of the hierarchy then life becomes a little more bearable. 
    
I was in no way the king of the school but I was relatively high on the food chain.  Being the type to throw a punch when needed, the trash of the school kept their distance for the most part.  This school was crawling with scumbags and fakes.  It was absolutely disgusting. 
    
Granted, there were the decent handful that made existence here bearable but those were hard to find and even rarer to catch my eye.  In my years here, there was only one I've taken any sort of particular care for. 
    
I pulled out my phone to glance at my messages.  One I had missed from five minutes ago spiked adrenaline in my body.  The familiar number had texted only one word: HELP. 
    
"Fucking damn it!" I cursed as I ran down the hallway.  There's too many places he could be and not enough time.  My head snapped to check every corner as I sprinted through the halls and around the school buildings.  There were very few people walking around but I knew none of them would care to help me.  Those damn punks were going to pay this time. 
    
I called his number repeatedly but it sent me to voicemail instantly.  I slowed to a stride as I tried to listen in the quiet.  Still nothing.  Where did the fuckers take him? 
    
An idea sprang to mind as I came to a halt before darting down a nearby corridor.  Rushing and nearly tripping down the steps along the side of the school, I heard a soft cry and hideous laughter. 
    
My eyes caught on an area behind the science building where a dark haired boy was on the ground, another teen hovering over him with something in his hand.  I didn't think twice as I ran up to the group, rage nearly blinding me as I noticed what was in the asshole's hand.  Holy shit. 
    
Before the harasser noticed I was there, I was already grabbing him by the neck and kicking him to the ground, his cigarette rolling in the grass.  The scumbag hit the dirt hard, his entourage backing away instantly.  My foot thrust out to land a hit on the guy's stomach, my face coldly neutral as I repeated the action. 
    
His friends didn't move, instead staring in horror as blood flew from their comrade's mouth.  Finally one of them moved, their hand gripping my arm harshly. 
    
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the new player asked, his voice wavering slightly.  He looked just about ready to piss his pants already.  My empty stare landed on him as I jerked my arm away from his hold.  Landing another harsh kick on their leader's unmoving body, I stepped away to flip them all off. 
    
"Next time I'll kill you all," I hissed through clenched teeth.  Their faces paled as they rushed to collect the groaning body from off the dirt.  "Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and do it now." 
    
Scuttling away like insignificant bugs, they ran off with pissed off frowns.  I watched them turn a corner and once I was sure they were completely gone, I spun around to kneel by the dark haired boy.  Junpei had his hands covering his face and against his knees as he curled into himself.  The sight was heartbreaking and enough to make me want to track down the scumbags and finish the job. 
    
"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner.  How bad is it this time?" I questioned quietly.  Placing my hand gently on his shoulder, I tried to coax him out of his defensive shell.  He was trembling and refused to uncover his face but I knew there was damage that was done.  "If you don't show me, I can't help you.  Please June, I want to help." 
    
I felt his shoulders shake before he lifted his head.  I couldn't help the sharp inhale I had to take as my hands gently reached to hold his face.  Fresh burns adorned his forehead on one side, the flesh twisted and red.  Tears rolled down from his closed eyes, a look of shame written across his expression. 
    
"I couldn't stop it.  I tried but then he pulled out his lighter and he..." Junpei whispered through shuddering breaths.  My arms wrapped him up in an embrace as he cried into my shoulder.  It wasn't fair.  Junpei never hurt anybody and minded his business and yet he's been made a target again and again.  The teachers didn't do shit and he was left to endure years of torture.  My eyes caught on something shiny and I nearly laughed bitterly at the sight of Junpei's phone cracked and destroyed a few feet away. 
    
"God, Junpei.  I'm taking you home," I stated before carefully lifting him to his feet.  He wobbled a bit, my arm wrapping around his waist to steady him.  He dug his face against my shoulder still, him wincing slightly at the movement. 
    
"I don't want my mom to see me like this," his muffled voice cried.  I pulled his face slowly off me to peer at him.  The wounds were bright and noticeable, something a mother would quickly zone in on.  My hands ran through his hair carefully as he leaned in with a small, sad hum.  My fingers brushed through his dark locks, bringing his hair forward to rest across one side of his face.  His eyes finally opened to stare at me with a slight blush. 
    
"I mean, it's a bummer that it covers your pretty face but it hides the worst of the burns," I mused, my hand lingering in his hair a few moments before pulling back to my side.  His face darkened even further, his eyes darting to the ground.  "Now let's get you home and treat those burns and, if it's alright, I can maybe stay over and we can watch something together." 
    
He instantly brightened, his hold on my shoulder tightening in anticipation.  I chuckled at his hopeful expression as I leaned in to place a gentle peck on his head.  Keeping a firm hold on his waist, I began the slow walk home where the promise of a healing evening awaited.