𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐆 || JJK x Makima!reader

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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Nanami had taken Yuji in after the incident, and although he rarely let emotions show, he knew Yuji needed some company. Yuji, meanwhile, was left alone with his thoughts, rattling around in Nanami's quiet, meticulously tidy apartment.

One evening, Yuji stood in Nanami's kitchen, peering into the fridge. His stomach grumbled. He glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting Nanami to appear behind him, ready to critique his cooking methods. But Nanami wasn't here, leaving Yuji alone in the silence, with nothing but his own thoughts.

"I'm hungry," Yuji murmured to himself, fishing out a box of raw meat. The pale light from the fridge flickered a bit as he shut the door and plopped the box on the counter.

With practiced hands, he prepped the meat, setting it on a pan with a little oil. The smell of sizzling beef filled the kitchen as he hovered over it, gaze distant. After a long pause, he sighed, his voice barely louder than the hiss of the pan.

"Even after everything that's happened..." he muttered, flipping the meat with a spatula, "...I still like Y/N. I really do." His voice softened, a reluctant smile flickering across his face as he watched the meat cook.

"But..." he continued, his expression hardening as he plated the meat alongside a scoop of rice, "...everyone who's died can't forgive you for what you've done." He stared at the plate, as if it could offer him some sort of guidance. "And so, well... I'll bear that burden with you. Of Y/N's sins."

He sat down at Nanami's perfectly set dining table, poking at his food with a contemplative expression. "But how do I do that?" he wondered aloud, absently chewing on a piece of rice. "Do I... grab her with a bomb? Double suicide? But from what I've heard, attacks have no effect on you."

His eyes suddenly brightened, an idea flickering to life. "'Attacks have no effects'..." he muttered, as if tasting the idea. "And boom! That's when it hit me."

He leaned back in his chair, looking both horrified and oddly intrigued at the thought that had popped into his mind. "Y/N and I... we could... become one."

With the gravity of his realization hanging in the air, he speared a piece of the meat, raising it thoughtfully to his mouth. He took a slow, deliberate bite, chewing with a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation.

"So this is how you taste like, Miss Y/N," he murmured around the mouthful, a ghost of a smile crossing his face.

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Yuji took a deep breath as he stepped into what used to be your house. Well, "used to be" felt a little generous—everything still looked the same, right down to the half-chewed slippers by the door and the unmistakable scent of dog fur everywhere. Immediately, seven dogs surged forward, barking, wagging tails, and jostling to get his attention.

"Hey, hey, okay! Settle down!" Yuji laughed, crouching down as they swarmed him. Each dog nudged and snuffled him, some even managing to get in a few licks. It felt like a scene straight out of a movie, where the hero is finally welcomed home by the loyal family pets. Except, he was pretty sure none of these dogs remembered him.

After getting them calmed down (which mostly involved letting them climb all over him), he finally wrangled them into their leashes, all seven of them tugging and tangling in different directions.

"Alright, team. Let's go meet Nanami."

The park was quiet, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows as Yuji and Nanami sat side-by-side on a park bench. The seven dogs surrounded them like an army, the leashes wrapped around Yuji's arm as he tried to keep them still.