Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Yuta ⛆

Yuta had been acting distant, and at first, you tried to brush it off as stress from his missions. But even when he was back at Jujutsu High, there was something different in his gaze, a reluctance, a hesitation, that didn't used to be there.

You sat across from him in a small, quiet room meant for study, watching as he stared down at his hands, words lingering between you both like ghosts that wouldn't fade.

"Yuta, what's going on?" you asked finally, unable to bear the silence anymore. "You're...not the same."

His eyes darted up, but he avoided meeting yours. Instead, he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his dark hair, looking more tired than you'd ever seen him.

"It's not... It's nothing." He forced a weak smile that only deepened the frown on your face. "I'm just tired."

"You don't have to lie to me," you whispered, voice thick with the pain you were desperately trying to hold back. "I can feel it. You're pulling away."

The words must have hit a nerve, because Yuta finally looked at you, and in his eyes, you saw something crack. He looked as if he was struggling with something he couldn't say, and for a moment, hope sparked in you that he would open up, that he would tell you whatever was weighing so heavily on him.

But instead, he looked away, clenching his fists.

"Maybe...maybe you're right," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Maybe it's better if we..." He trailed off, his words hanging in the air, unfinished, but you understood.

You wanted to be angry, wanted to demand an explanation. But looking at him, all you felt was a hollow ache. You had known Yuta for so long, had been through so much together. And yet, here he was, slipping out of your grasp, and you couldn't understand why.

"Yuta..." you started, trying to keep your voice steady, "if this is about Rika, if you think she'd want you to be alone, you're wrong. You deserve to be happy."

He flinched at her name, and for a second, his mask fell, revealing a glimpse of the pain and guilt he carried. But then he shook his head, smiling sadly.

"It's not just Rika," he replied, his voice breaking. "I thought I could protect you... but I keep putting you in danger just by being close. I don't want you to suffer because of me."

You took a shaky breath, feeling the tears prick at your eyes as you reached out, trying to take his hand. But he pulled away, leaving your hand lingering in the empty space between you.

"Please, don't," he whispered, his eyes filled with a sorrow so deep, it felt like it could drown you both. "It's better if you hate me... if you move on."

A tear slipped down your cheek, but you didn't look away. "How can you say that? I'd rather suffer with you than be happy without you, Yuta. Don't push me away because you're afraid. I'm not going anywhere."

But he only smiled, a sad, resigned look crossing his face.

"Maybe someday, you'll understand. I'm sorry."

And with that, he turned, leaving you in the empty room, his absence like a wound that refused to heal.

You sat there long after he'd left, the silence wrapping around you, knowing that no matter what he said, you wouldn't stop waiting for him. Even if it hurt, even if he thought he was protecting you, you'd wait—because some things were worth the pain.

The days dragged on, each one more excruciating than the last. Yuta's absence was like a missing piece in a puzzle—everything felt incomplete, and everywhere you went on campus, memories of him lingered, haunting you.

You thought about going to his dorm, confronting him, demanding answers. But every time you worked up the courage, the memory of his broken expression held you back. His pain had been so clear, so raw. You weren't sure if you could bear to see it again.

One night, as you sat alone in your room, clutching a book he had once lent you, you felt a surge of frustration. This pain, this emptiness—it was unbearable. You deserved answers. Maybe he was trying to protect you, but didn't you deserve the choice?

Without thinking, you grabbed your jacket and slipped out, your steps almost mechanical as you made your way to the training grounds where Yuta often practiced late at night.

You found him there, alone, facing off against an imaginary opponent. His face was set in a determined scowl, every movement sharp and precise. He looked... haunted. Lost. Watching him, you felt the anger fade, replaced by an ache that went bone-deep.

"Yuta," you called out, voice trembling slightly.

He froze mid-swing, his entire body tensing as he turned to look at you. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—surprise, pain, regret—before he schooled his expression into something more neutral.

"Y/n," he said softly, setting his weapon aside. "It's late. You should be resting."

"I can't rest," you replied, forcing yourself to take a few steps closer. "Not when you're avoiding me, pushing me away without a real reason."

He sighed, turning his gaze to the ground. "I told you, it's better this way. I can't keep hurting you."

"But you are hurting me, Yuta," you whispered, voice barely above a whisper. "This... this hurts more than anything. Not having you here, not knowing why..."

Yuta's shoulders slumped, his expression cracking just a little, revealing a sliver of the torment he was carrying.

"I keep losing people," he said, voice thick with emotion. "First Rika, and now... I can't let you get hurt because of me. If anything happened to you, I don't think I'd survive it."

You took another step closer, reaching out to touch his hand. This time, he didn't pull away, but he didn't meet your gaze either.

"Yuta," you murmured, squeezing his hand gently, "I'm not going anywhere. You're not going to lose me, not unless you make me leave. I'm here, by choice. So stop making my decisions for me."

He looked up, eyes shining with unshed tears, and for the first time, you saw the depth of his fear. He was terrified—not of you, but of his own heart, of his own feelings.

"I don't know how to protect you," he choked out, his voice barely audible. "I can't even protect myself from... from this."

"Then let's face it together," you whispered, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. "We can protect each other, Yuta. You don't have to carry this alone."

He looked at you, his expression a mixture of vulnerability and longing. And then, finally, he let himself lean into you, resting his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry."

You closed your eyes, feeling his pain, his regret, his love. And for the first time, you both allowed yourselves to be vulnerable, to share the weight of the burdens you carried. In that moment, you realized that loving Yuta might always come with a touch of pain, but you were willing to endure it.

Because some things were worth the heartbreak.