Flirtatious || Yandere!JJK x Reader

32 - Sorting things out with Yuji and Sukuna

(A/n): You guys didn't forget that this was a yandere book right? I hope not! Graphic depictions of violence ahead.

Tw: death, violence, murder

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The skiing trip was over before you knew it and you were back in good old Japan.

Except this time, everything was different. This time, they were all free to hang off of you like lovesick puppies.

Gojo was the most dramatic about it. He seemed to have taken it upon himself to ensure you never had a dull moment. Whether it was showing up at your favorite café with a grand flourish or orchestrating elaborate plans just to spend time with you, he was relentless in his pursuit of your attention.

And his kisses - god, they were almost overwhelming.

But it was him.

So it was perfect.

Yuta, on the other hand, had adopted a more subtle approach. He would surprise you with small gifts or notes, each one a reminder of how much he cared. Whenever you were around, he was quick to offer a helping hand or a sweet smile, clearly relishing the chance to be close to you. The way he looked at you—filled with admiration and affection—didn't go unnoticed.

Megumi had shifted from his usual reserved self to a more attentive presence. His actions were quieter but no less meaningful. He seemed to anticipate your needs before you even voiced them, often finding reasons to be near you or to chat about anything and everything. And somehow, he never missed the opportunity to grab your hand.

Nobara had somehow become increasingly more protective (which you didn't believe was possible). She was the one who would tease you about the new dynamics.

And she knocked some random person out for flirting with you. Your own personal bodyguard.

Yuji had become your ever-energetic cheerleader, always finding ways to bring a smile to your face. His enthusiasm was infectious, and he seemed to thrive on making every moment with you enjoyable.

Sukuna had also been a really good sport about everything. Apparently somewhere beneath his layers, there was actually a beating heart.

Currently, you and Yuji were lying in his room, your head resting against the crook of his neck. Yuji's arm draped protectively over you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.

"I can't believe you thought I was into Ozawa."

You chuckled, your breath tickling his ear. "Hey, I just thought— I don't know, maybe you were into her. She's got that whole cutesy vibe going on. I wouldn't blame you if you were."

Yuji's laugh rumbled softly in his chest, and he tightened his hold on you. "Absolutely not. I'm into you and only you."

You raised an eyebrow, though he couldn't see it from where you were nestled. "Oh, is that so? And here I thought you were just obsessed with every girl who's ever smiled at you."

"Hey!" Yuji protested playfully. "I'm not that bad. Besides, I think I was pretty damn obvious."

You looked up at him, though you could only see a hint of his face from your angle. "Was it really that obvious?"

Yuji's voice dropped to a softer, more earnest tone. "Yeah, I'd say so. You're always on my mind. I'm just glad you're around to keep me company. Plus . . . I painted your room pink. Like the colour of my hair. How did you not get it?"