Jujutsu Kaisen: 'Cursed Potential' [Male Reader X Jujutsu Kaisen Harem]

Chapter 17 - 'Amazing Fantasy'

[After Another Month we return...Sorry for the wait again, I'll try and make things more constant if this book still has some life to it lol.

But that doesn't matter right now. It's Revenge Time...]
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[3rd Person POV]

--Kyoto Jujutsu High | Roughly Two Years Ago--

Heavy rain. A dark, dreary sky. They seemed the perfect recipe for someone going through shit. Add in soulless music that normally lifts one's spirit, and you'd have the current moment in (Y/n) (L/n)'s life. A boy filled with so much Cursed Potential, so close to reaching the heights his life would one day bring...Left to sit on the roof of a random building in the grounds of the Kyoto Jujutsu High School as the previously mentioned heavy ran stormed down onto his lifeless body. It's funny, you know. Everyone dreams of living the perfect life. It's a spark of hope that we're born with. Heck! Even when things get to a boiling point, you still manage to picture what your life would be like if something changed. Something that'd turn your shitty existence into something you could take pride in.

It's something (Y/n) had always found himself carrying. But whereas this spark of hope normally carried exactly that...hope, after going through years of sorrow and grief, it was beginning to feel like a burden for the young boy. He wanted his life to change, but no matter how hard he tried, it just seemed to be this immovable object that did nothing but screw him up over and over again. His whole life had been like that pretty much, managing to somehow get worse when he ended up reluctantly going to Kyoto's Jujutsu High because his Mother thought it'd be good for him. (Y/n) knew from the moment he realized he had no interest in being a sorcerer that it wouldn't do much good. But as he sits on this rooftop, as thunderous rain flooded down upon his drenched body, his entire face other than his jaw protected by the hoodie of the jumper he wore.

The gentle soul in which (Y/n) was was left to witness the reminder before him constantly. He didn't know why he was subjecting himself to the pain of rewatching what happened. But a part of him felt that in doing so, he found some sort of accomplishment... An accomplishment that told him that his suspicions about coming here...were exactly right. The radiant light of his phone screen left protected from the rain due to (Y/n)'s head being hunched over the device, shun onto his dull face as he took in the video currently playing. It wasn't exactly shown what was happening in the video. The only sound being heard was loud laughter. Hearing just that, you'd think the video was pretty funny, right? Some might actually think that, even after watching it. Well, if you were (Y/n), you'd think otherwise.

However, if you were to listen closer, and pay attention to the other sounds in the video, you might have managed to pick up the faint noise of someone whimpering in the background. Luckily, for whatever reason, the people who made this video decided not to actually show the face of this person, saving them some embarrassment. But if you were (Y/n)...You wouldn't exactly feel like much embarrassment was saved. Mostly when you considered that whilst only a handful knew about this video, that handful of people were the very subjects of life he was forced to encounter every day. Add in the fact that they didn't like (Y/n), and you'd understand why he wasn't exactly happy about this video being spread around the school. Of course, the teachers knew nothing about it, not that they'd do anything...

As for (Y/n) himself, if it wasn't obvious already...He was the one whimpering in the video. Left to fall to the mercy of his school bullies for what felt like the hundredth time. But it wasn't just crying that he was subjected to, as with the slightest movement of his phone, the light from the screen did enough to showcase the bruised black eye that took up a sizeable portion of the left side of his face. The attack was still fresh, only about two days old. It didn't hurt much now, but every time (Y/n) saw it in the mirror, he was reminded of the pain and anger the scrawny boy felt flooding through his system every time he did. If he could, he would have torn that chunk of his face off his body. Sure, he'd look almost as bad as a curse, but then again...it's not like the people in this school saw him as anything more than that.