JJK - ONESHOTS

⚗️ "I really dislike you right now." YUKI TSUKUMO

1088 words :3 -- ignore the fact i don't have any pictures for her yet i'm too lazy to get some rn i'll add it later

You and Yuki have been planning this arcade date for weeks now. It's not that you don't see her often — the two of you are practically inseparable when her jujutsu sorcerer duties aren't keeping her busy. But there's something special about an arcade. The flashing lights, the chaotic energy of kids and adults alike battling it out in games, and the air of fun just feels different than anything else.

When Yuki pulls up to your place, she honks twice. You can already tell she's in a good mood, her grin beaming from the driver's seat. She looks effortlessly cool in her bomber jacket, hair tied back in a loose ponytail that somehow makes her even more attractive. You hop into the car, and she greets you with a warm smile and a wink.

"Ready to kick some ass?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Always," you shoot back, fastening your seatbelt.

The arcade is just as loud and vibrant as you remember. You take in the neon signs flashing in every corner, the hum of machines, and the chattering of excited players. Yuki, of course, is already brimming with excitement. The moment the two of you enter, she's like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes dart from one game to another, and she grabs your hand, pulling you toward a two-player racing game.

"Come on! Let's see who's the better driver," she challenges, sliding into one of the seats.

You take your place beside her, fingers gripping the steering wheel of the virtual car. Yuki glances over at you, her lips curling into a grin that says she knows she's going to win.

"I hope you're ready to lose," she teases, throwing a wink your way before slamming her foot down on the pedal.

"Not a chance," you reply, determined to hold your own against her.

The race is wild, with Yuki leading for most of it. She's shouting and laughing, leaning into every turn as if it'll actually help her virtual car. You're no slouch either, but every time you think you're catching up, Yuki does something ridiculous like ramming her car into yours, sending you spinning.

"Hey! That's cheating!" you protest, laughing despite yourself.

"Don't hate the player, babe," Yuki calls back, eyes still glued to the screen.

By the end of the race, Yuki beats you by a hair, and she stands up, arms raised in victory.

"Champion of the world!" she declares dramatically, earning a few amused glances from the other arcade-goers.

You roll your eyes but can't help smiling. She's just so infectious, her energy pulling you along in her orbit.

"Okay, okay, you win this one. But I'm choosing the next game," you say, walking toward a claw machine.

Yuki raises an eyebrow. "Oh? You think you've got the skills for this?"

She watches as you eye the plushies inside the machine. There's one that catches your attention, a cute little fox with big eyes and an even bigger bow. You crack your knuckles, slide in the coins, and take control of the joystick.

Yuki leans in close to your ear, her voice low and playful. "No pressure, but I totally want that fox."

You shoot her a side-eye. "I thought it was for me?"

"Of course it is," she says, her smirk widening. "But, you know, sharing is caring."

The pressure's on. You carefully maneuver the claw, watching as it hovers over the fox plush. With precision, you drop the claw, and it grabs hold of the toy's head. Yuki's face lights up in anticipation, and for a moment, it looks like you've nailed it. But just as the claw starts to lift, the plush slips out, falling back into the pile.

Yuki bursts out laughing, doubling over in amusement. "So close!"

You groan but can't help laughing along with her. "Alright, alright, your turn."

She steps up, her movements more confident than cautious as she tries her hand at the claw machine. Yuki's competitive streak is undeniable, and she's laser-focused as she manipulates the joystick. You watch her, biting back a smile as she furrows her brow in concentration. The claw drops, and for a second time, the fox plush seems like it's hers, only to fall at the last moment.

"Oh, come on!" Yuki exclaims, glaring at the machine as if it personally offended her.

"Guess even the mighty Yuki can't beat the claw machine," you tease, nudging her with your elbow.

She gives you a mock-serious look before breaking into a grin. "Alright, I admit defeat. For now."

The two of you spend the next hour bouncing between games — from shooting hoops to air hockey. Yuki is relentless, always pushing you to your limits but never taking it too seriously. When you manage to win a round, she gives you a playful nudge or a ruffle of your hair, clearly impressed. When she wins, it's all dramatic fist pumps and victory dances.

Eventually, you find yourselves at a Dance Dance Revolution machine. Yuki's eyes light up like she's found her true calling.

"Oh no," you groan. "I'm terrible at this."

"Don't worry, I'll carry you," she says with a wink.

The game begins, and as expected, Yuki is a force of nature. She moves with such confidence, nailing every step with an ease that makes it hard to believe she doesn't do this professionally. You, on the other hand, are doing your best not to trip over your own feet.

By the time the song ends, Yuki is laughing, breathless, and pulling you into a tight hug. "That was awesome!"

"I think my feet disagree," you say, panting.

She looks down at you with that same mischievous grin and brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You did great. And hey, if you're ever feeling sore, I know someone who can give you a massage."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh? And who might that be?"

Yuki leans in, her breath warm against your skin as she whispers, "Me, of course."

Your heart skips a beat, and before you can respond, she plants a quick kiss on your forehead.

"Let's grab something to eat," she says, already dragging you toward the snack bar.

As you follow her, you can't help but smile to yourself. There's something about Yuki that makes every moment, no matter how simple, feel like an adventure. And as long as she's by your side, you know you're in for plenty more days like this.