Like my other books, this book contains yandere jujutsu kaisen one-shots and headcannons.
This is mature content and very graphic so those under 18 mustn't read.
I hope you enjoy reading!
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He was stood next to the man, there was no hesitance in what he did next to the very same man he saw earlier that day, a hint of rage and jealousy felt the blue eyed man.
The man was thrown harshly on the ground once again, he begged for him to be let go, his face showed nothing but blood and bruises, his fingers and alot of bones broken without any mercy by the same blue eyed man.
The same blue eyed man he failed to notice around the girl he had eyes for, his voice now staggering as he said to never have felt attracted to the same girl he was gawking at earlier.
The blue eyed man wasn't pleased, finishing off the person sounded like the best resort to him, so he did as he pleased, the head of the man begging exploded as the blue eyed man now left, there was someone who must be waiting for him.
The door opened to reveal a messy gojo, his face didn't carry any of his usual silly antics, he seemed still very serious but relaxed the moment he set foot inside the house he kept his dearly possession in, her.
The small sounds of her singing felt like honey to his ears, walking in their bedroom he saw her brushing her hair, looking at him she smiled, the smile only he got to see out of her except a few other lucky people.
He walked to her and kissed her forehead before leaving to wash himself off, he felt disgusted, there was no blood on him but he felt as if him touching the man was enough to make him displeased.
After washing himself he walked out again into his room, he saw his dearly possession sat on the bed, reading what seemed to be another book he couldn't understand, too many complicated words for him to know.
He walked and sat beside her leaning down on her shoulder, his eyes glancing at a few words, unable to understand why writers wrote like they were science professors of the language.
He whined as he pulled her into his grasp, her chuckling bringing him peace as she put the book away and hugging him back, her hand slowly moving to his hair and playing with them just like how he loved.
'did you harm that man' she spoke, a tiny mhm escaped his lips as he couldn't bother to explain his actions to her, he knew she knew that he was blinded by her love, so blind he couldn't control himself.
The same day, during earlier both gojo and y/n were at a store shopping when a guy decided it was best to approach her, unaware of gojo who had left to bring something he remembered.
The man sounded perverted by his words, how he approached her and asked her forwardly if she wanted to go back with him, waving his card as if his money could buy her a stand for the night.
The man's worst nightmare walked back and asked what the man needed, the man felt nervous in front of gojo who seemed to be bigger than the man causing the man to leave.
He couldn't understand so he asked her, she answered him truthfully not really taking any of it seriously as she was busy paying for the things she had brought, either way he was gonna know, by her or the man itself.
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