Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader

Cat's Eye View (Chapter 10) {Arc 1: Nephelomancy}

When Mihara's eyes open, everything was a blur of beige and grey for a few seconds before coming into focus. The person sitting across from her was, what, 6 years old maybe? Her hair was in one of those buns that looked effortless but really took hours and a jar of bobby pins to get right. Her outfit was exactly what you'd think a girl of her age would wear and there, in her hand, sat a tiny origami crane, its wings slightly ruffled.

Before Mihara could speak, however, her eyes trailed the room – a potted plant in the corner, the spinning of a small ceiling fan, and the faint scent of lemon.

It was through her observations that Mihara missed the words that came out of the little girl's mouth.

M̴̡̛̛̛̛̛̘̟̫̯͓̘̮͎̣͍̥̩̬͉̭̳̥̱͎̯̋̀͐̏̃͐́́̔̍̒́̿͛̇̍͆̀͋͑̎̈͗̒͊͗̉͛̾̍̀̂̈́͊̏͒͌̑̾̍̏̈́̍̓̑̒͐̓̈́́͋̓́̂̿̆͋͐́̓̂̎̍͂̊̾̈́̑̀͋͋̂͒̓̈̔̋͌̀̒̔̇̃̿͑̐̒̆̔͆̽̆̇̅͋͆͌̓͒͛͐̈̀̆̿̈̐̉̀͗͊̋͌͊̅̒̋̈́̌̌̑͊͂̉̈́͛͊̄̋̾̾̾̒͑͛͗̽̚̚̕͘͘̚͘͘̚̚͘̕͘͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝i̷̢̨̡̡̨̡̡̛̛̛̛̗̞̼̙͓̗͕̗̪̩͎̤͖̺͈͍̖͔͙̦̣̭̯͇͓̻̠̥͚̜̳̳͙̞͇̠͍͉̼̞͓̓̈́͋͌̑̒͂̑̔͂́̈́́́̉͑̎̓̾̓͌̌̐͆̄̋̾̂̍͊̾̄̊͗̈͐͋̀̂̉̽̐̆͊̆̊̎̇͒̆̌̽͌̏́̀̓̔͌͐̃͒̃̀̿̉̈̂͛̀̎͒͗͑̇̔̉̇̔̀͂͛̋̉̀̈́́̑́̈́̊̽̿́̑͗̌̀̔̀̾̏́͐̍͑͂͆̎̈́̔̾̑̓̀̃̂̍͘̚̚̚̚̚̕̚͘͘̕̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝h̸̢̩̜̗̭͚͇̤̜͈̦̪̱̞̬͙͇̬͚̪̲͓̳̼͓̩͓͍̙̱͓͕͈̦̤̪̒̒̈́͂̈́͊̉̆̾̅̀̐̈́̓̑̃̀̃̋͗̓̆͆͐̍̓̄̌̚̚̚̚͜͝ͅͅa̷̢̢̢̢̢̢̧̧̧̯̝̖̲͈̤͍̦̣̠͚̻̹͚̼͉͍͉̮͈̭̦̱̩͈͎̰̬̥̫̬͖͉̗̟̦̱͓̘̗̹̫͕̮̹̰͖͖̣̲͍̤̼͙̗̠̳̳̘̮̻̫̭͈̰͇̦̺̝͎̦̰̱̪̹̙̬̳̰̤̪͖̮͉͍̙̬̭͈̙̱̖͓̭͊̾̓̉̊̈́͌̎́̍̿͛̾̋̍̕̚͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅͅr̷̢̡̧̧̡̢̢̧̧̢̢̨̡̡̧̢̧̛̻̝̦̳̙̩͙̫̠̹͙͕̠̞͕̰̟̘͎̱̭̲̺̥̦̝̣̭̲͓̳̮͖̬̱̠̲̱̜̪̰͇̲̺͓͚̫̜̘̘̹̯̳̲͚̺̗̬̣̭̲͙̲̥̮̤̙̻͈̠͚͖̞̪̖̖̥̞͔̼̭̞̙̘̙͙̗̙̩̪̣̼̠̬͈̟̰͚̝̱̥̳̦̠̯͓̻͙̱̫̦̤̪̗̮̪͍̞͖̼͖͇̞͍̠̥̤͇̤̞̱̼̜̪͓̗̥͚̹̙̗̰̟̗̣̲͚̂͂̔̒͂̒͋͆͊̐͆͛̀͐̓̒̎͆̑̃͋͌̐̑̄̆͋̃̇̀͐͑̌̈̅͛̇͌͋̀̋̋̈́̂͛͑̌̈́́̃͆͋̉̑̾̊̈́̈́̓͑̈͒͊̈͗̎̈͒̽̎́̓̇̕͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅa̷̧̨̢̧̢̢̡̢̡̢̛̠͉͈̯̗̟̞̹͈̻͚͕͉͚̭̫͉͈̞͖̥̺̮̭̻͕̳͔̻̝̜̹͈̼̮̜̣̬̗̙̰͍͍̥̟̹̝̻̟̖͙͍͕̻̺̱̮͔̗͙̮̯̮̳̭͎͔̭̭̙̘͇̩͎̻̰̗̼̟̲̳̰̺̲͙͙͕̥̞̥͓͕͍̬̤̗̫̦̭̫̟͕̥͎̯̖̦̲̹͖̤̜̞͇̹̩̲̺̩͈̩̫̻̬̳̮̙̯̯̤̲͇̬̦͕͓̪͚̖̻̲̪͓̫̪̳̠̗̻̥̰̖̺̟̖̦͇͎̮̰̥͌̎̀̃̇͆̐̄̄̓̆̋̔̎̀͘͜͝ͅͅͅ ̷̢̨̨̡̡̢̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̣̟͍͚̟̗̪̠͍̱̬̥̼̥̹͔̞̘̥̬̠̟͙̭̝̤͖͕̘͓͙̻̭͉͓̳͇̥̗̫͈̠͕̹̜͇̻̩͎̬̫̩̰͓̫͉̗͙͇̭͕͎͚͓̠̼͉̦͖̥̼̜̮͓͈̘̞̫͕̮̪̥̥̝̗͈̩͙̺̪͇̙̬̼̠̭̪͔͔̳̱͍̞̫̯͇͇̻͂̏̄̈́̒̽̅̿̿̆́́̃̓̎͌̽̉̒͗͑̀̍̎́̓̄͂̾͑̈́̊̇̌̇͒̊̌̎̽̐̇̊͂̍͆́̆͂̉̃̌͆́̋̽̉̏̓̂̽̅͑͌͒͛̇̀̏̅͌̐̓͌̋̐͐̄͐͗̐̾̒̂̾͌̌́̈́̚͘͘̕̕̕̕̚̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝ͅψ̵̧̡̢̡̢̡̡̧̡̡̢̟͓͖̻͎̫̻̭̖̖͚̠̲͙̰͇͔͈͎̤̬̬̞̺͉̹̜̘͉̰͎̮̳̳̯̞̖̠͍̝̪͖͕͔̱̩̞͉̬̘̖͚̳̬̮͇͔͓̖̰͉̤͙̲́̇͂̓͆̏̆̽̇̊̊̋͒̑̅́̑̈́̋̔͌̿̎̑̅͑̐̎̾̉̿̂̈̃͊̌͂̀͗̿̂̔͗̔̽͋̏̐̅̃̅͗̑̅̎̂͑̑̔̎́͋̈́́̈́̽͘̚͘͘͜͜͝͠ͅͅ

"Huh?"

The little girl smiled. But it seemed she wouldn't repeat what she said, instead she stood from the chair and walked a towards a countertop.

That's when Mihara's gaze landed on a framed photo of a cat wearing a bowtie, perched on the edge of said counter.

"Where am I?" Mihara asked, but she didn't get a reply. Instead, the little girl whirled, and snapped her fingers.