Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Yuji ☁︎

a/n: hey doodles! i hope you all had a good thanksgiving if you celebrate it, if not i just hope time have been treating you all well. this was a request so i hope you enjoy it! happy reading <3

The room wasn't much to look at—gray walls adorned with old posters and a single metal door with no windows, the air stagnant but not suffocating. It was a void, one where time didn't seem to flow, where light came from nowhere in particular, and the silence could be deafening. Except, of course, for the old TV perched precariously on a wooden crate, flickering as it played a grainy copy of Shaun of the Dead.

On the floor sat you and Yuji, legs tangled under a shared blanket that barely kept the chill away. A makeshift bowl of popcorn rested between you, half of it already spilled onto the rug from his overzealous handfuls.

"This part's so good!" Yuji exclaimed, eyes lighting up as the characters on screen scrambled to fend off zombies with pool cues to the beat of "Don't Stop Me Now." His laughter bubbled over, infectious and bright, momentarily erasing the weight of the place you were in. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. "You've said that about the last three scenes."

He turned to you with a grin, popcorn stuck to the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, but this time I mean it!"

You rolled your eyes playfully, brushing the stray kernel off his cheek. "Sure you do, Itadori."

Somewhere behind you, your cursed corpse sat rigidly in a chair you'd dragged out of nowhere. Its head tilted at a comical angle as it tried to mimic you eating popcorn. The thing had no mouth, but it was holding an invisible handful near its nonexistent lips like it was deeply committed to the bit.

Yuji caught sight of it and snorted, nearly choking on his snack. "What is it doing now?"

You looked over your shoulder to see the cursed corpse mid-flail, its hand awkwardly stuck in the popcorn bowl you'd set on its lap earlier as a joke. "I think it's confused," you deadpanned.

He laughed louder, doubling over with tears pricking his eyes. "Why does it look like that? It's like it's debating the meaning of life through popcorn!"

The cursed corpse froze at his words, as though personally offended, before dramatically throwing the bowl to the ground. Popcorn exploded across the room in slow motion, and you both stared at the mess before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"That's on you," you said, pointing at him accusingly. "You hurt its feelings."

"Hey, don't blame me! It's the one with an existential crisis!"

The laughter eventually died down, replaced by the low hum of the TV and the soft crunch of popcorn underfoot. Yuji leaned back against the edge of the couch, his expression growing pensive as the screen lit up his face. You followed his gaze, watching how his features softened when he wasn't smiling.

"You okay?" you asked after a moment, your voice gentle.

He blinked, turning to you with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah. Just thinking. It's weird, y'know?"

"What is?"

"This," he said, gesturing vaguely around the space. "Being dead. Sort of. But not really. And you're here with me." His voice dropped, quieter now. "You didn't have to come, you know."

Your chest tightened, his words stirring something deep and unshakable. "Of course I did," you said, without hesitation. "I couldn't just leave you here. Not alone."

He studied you for a moment, his gaze warm but searching, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face. "You're too good to me," he said softly, his cheeks tinged pink.

Before you could respond, his hand brushed against yours where it rested on the blanket. The touch was brief, accidental, but it sent a shiver down your spine. He froze immediately, his eyes darting to yours.

"Sorry!" he blurted, pulling his hand back as though he'd touched something forbidden.

You caught his wrist before he could retreat further, lacing your fingers through his. "Don't be," you said quietly, meeting his startled gaze with a small smile.

His face softened, the tension in his shoulders melting as he let your hand stay in his. "Thanks," he murmured.

"For what?"

"For being here. For making this whole... weird limbo thing feel a little less awful." His thumb brushed over your knuckles, almost absently, like he couldn't help himself. "I don't know how long I'll be stuck like this, but... you make it bearable."

The sincerity in his voice left you momentarily speechless. You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling with a mix of affection and sadness. "You don't have to thank me, Yuji," you said softly. "I'd do it all over again if it meant I could be here with you."

The two of you sat like that for a while, the movie long forgotten as the room settled into a comfortable silence. Even your cursed corpse seemed to pick up on the mood, sitting unusually still, like it didn't want to ruin the moment.

When Yuji finally spoke again, his voice was tinged with amusement. "Y'know, I think the cursed corpse is jealous."

You turned to see it staring at your intertwined hands, its head tilted slightly. "Oh, definitely," you said with a grin. "It's plotting its revenge as we speak."

He laughed, leaning his head against yours. "Well, I guess I'll have to fight it off later. For now..." He tightened his grip on your hand, his voice soft. "Let's just stay like this."

And so you did, finding warmth and comfort in the space between life and death, wrapped in each other's presence as the world outside faded away.