Mirrors ◇ Joji x Reader

I. The Other One

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD

Thursday, November 24

Today was a day off from school. I'm currently a Junior in college and today was Thanksgiving. I was prepared to cook a lot. Joji usually cooked a lot of Japanese food and I'd handle the turkey and sweets.

As usual, I was woken up by the warm feeling of Joji's breath. I giggled, opening my eyes.

"Good moooooorning, Joj."

"Morning, cutie." He said as he kissed my neck.

"Are we having pancakes for breakfast?"

"You'd expect that wouldn't you? I've got something else in mind..." He winked and got out of bed.

"Ooooh, you know I love surprises." I giggled and got up to brush my teeth.

After a couple of minutes, Joji came in and wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled his face against the crook of my neck.

"Why are you so cuddly today?" I smiled and kissed his forehead.

He smirked, gently sucking on my neck. I could tell he was pretty horny today.

"Joji... Isn't it a bit early for that?"

He whined quietly, nibbling my neck.

"Joji...? No is no, babe."

He growled and bit me in response.

"JOJI!!!" I pushed him off of me in shock.

What the fuck is wrong with him today!? I thought.

Joji let out a scoff. "I thought you liked it when I bit you..."

"Why would you ever..." I trailed off in response to what I saw in front of me.

Joji's eyes were red with blood. It oozed out of his eye sockets. As the blood drizzled down his face, it slowly grew darker and darker in shade, until his eyes were completely black.

"Look at how he's corrupted you... You don't even remember how you used to be..."

"What are you-

"Come home, (Y/N)..."

"But... Joji I'm going to call for an ambulance." I said in the calmest way possible. But in reality, I was freaking the fuck out on the inside.

Joji picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Then he looked at the bathroom mirror.

"No... This is too small..." He mumbled.

"JOJI WHAT THE FU-

I was cut off again by the sudden slamming open of the door. It was... Joji?

I couldn't exactly understand what he was saying... But he was definitely screaming it in Japanese.

The Joji that was holding me cackled and shoved him out of the way, walking into the bedroom. At this point I realized that the Joji I was looking at was my Joji and the one that was holding me was probably a demon. That's when I began to kick and scream.

"LET ME GO YOU DEMON!"

"Aww... Don't hurt my feelings." He cackled, noticing the larger mirror leaning against the bedroom wall.

"Perfect..." The demon mumbled.

I slapped his head. He rolled his eyes in response.

"I'm not letting go, (Y/N). Not unless you come home."

Of course that didn't stop me. And it didn't stop Joji either.

Joji came from the bathroom with the curtain rod from the shower. Without a single hesitation, he used it to bash the demon in the head. Unfortunately, he wasn't phased.

"You're pathetic. You went so far as to make (Y/N) think that you're better. Well you're not. And I'll prove it."

The demon kicked Joji in the torso, sending him off his feet and falling to the floor, coughing blood. He was inhumanly strong.

There was nothing I could do but scream in terror as the demon carried me away, walking toward the mirror. He mumbled something in Japanese and with that, the mirror changed somehow. He stepped inside, the mirror consuming us into another dimension.

The last thing I saw from home was the look of horror on Joji's face. Now, all I could see was darkness.