𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 - ONESHOTS

✰ ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓 ✰ -Mahito

Mahito one, 'cause brainrot.

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Stroking his hair with the gentlest touch and care, I looked down at Mahito, taking in his beaten expressions and listening to him vent.

"People never treat me right." He whined.

Ever since our first interaction, Mahito claims to have never felt such a connection with a human being before, nor any living soul, for that matter.  

"The only ones capable of seeing me are jujutsu sorcerers... And they immediately want to kill me whenever they do."

His head, laid on my lap, weighted slightly heavier than usual. I can sense the tension in his body build up from these last few days, in a way it's never happened.

"I know what you are thinking... What else did I expect from them, right? I am nothing but a curse, in a human dominated world."

He rolled to the side, frowning his face in dissapointment. I could intervene and tell him that things are different- but I would be only lying once again.

It's always like this. He finds someone who can see him, talks to the person and sometimes, even become friends. But he always commits the mistake of letting out a small detail about himself:

Being a cursed spirit born from human hatred.

People usually run away, unless they're like me. Even thought he's theorically uncapable of loving, it's between his arms and with his head laid on my lap that I find the most comfort and care.

It's caressing his long, cyan hair that I find peace and glimpses of the paradise's sight. His voice does to me what it's uncapable of doing to anybody else: charms and calms.

"You are my only ally, ever. I cannot trust anybody else."

"And why is that?"

"I am the most vulnerable that I can be right now. Anybody with the slightest knowlodge of dark power could kill me in a blink..."

He blinks multiple times, as to demonstrate the meaning of his own words, making 'kaboon' sounds with his mouth.

"Yet, you don't... Instead, you lay my head on your lap and you calm the core of my nerves, all with that touch..."

"I like calming you. Seeing you smile heals the wounds of my soul."

He takes my hand from the top of his head and places a kiss on my palm. Giggling to himself, the man's happines transbords.

"If I ever had a soul, I'd want mine to be shiny like yours. Then maybe... I could make people stay, not stab."

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Sorry for the folks who don't like him, but he's cute.