Mirrors ◇ Joji x Reader

VI. Stranger

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD

I watched as Joji dunked his face in the  sink, half-filled with cold water. After a few seconds, he swiftly pulled up his head to breathe.

"You know... I could've just sprayed water in your eyes with an empty condiment bottle or something." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but then that would be less like self-torture and more like self-care."

I paused. "Isn't self-care what the end goal is supposed to be?"

"Yeah, but it's less fun that way. There's not as much 'thrill', you know what I mean?"

He's a strange one, that Joji.

"Right... well..." I handed him a towel so that he could wipe his face off.

When he was done, he stood at an awkward position.

"Is it ok if I uh..." he leaned in slightly at a weird angle.

I chuckled and took his face in my hands, straightening him to a more comfortable angle before giving him a gentle kiss.

His lips felt no different from the ones I was used to. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. The experience was as comforting as it usually was, until things got weird.

He let out a perverted grunt as he started to grope my ass. I pushed him, slapping his hands away.

"Woaaaaaaah!"

"Wait, is that off limits? Is grope ass not ok?"

"No, grope ass at this current point in time is not ok."

"Right... cool, cool," He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets, "So uh... like... is oral sex a no?"

"If grope ass isn't ok, what makes you think you had any chances with oral sex?"

"I thought oral sex was like... a level below grope ass."

"No... clearly not. You sound like a virgin."

"I'm not... it's just that there's a lot of things that might seem... ass backwards to you..." He paused, "pun intended."

"Who even are you?"

He smirked. "I'll never tell. But I can certainly show you what I have to offer..."

I don't know why I decided to come here, but I do know that there was no set amount of time I needed to spend here. And Joji was making me pretty uncomfortable. I backed up into the bedroom.

Maybe I should go now...

Joji's eyes widened. "Are you thinking of leaving? Please don't leave. I wanted to bake cookies."

Shit. He can read minds.

"Ah, maybe another time Joj... I uh... have class tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow is Saturday... and it's Thanksgiving weekend..."

"Yeeeeeeah, I go to a private school...?"

"You go to a CUNY because it's less expensive. Your financial aid covers your tuition."

"Ehhhhh..."

His eye twitched. As this happened, the mirror behind me shattered on its own. The eye that twitched dripped with blood while the other remained the same.

The voice that rang out was distorted and inhumane. I couldn't understand him because he was speaking in Japanese. His head tilted, eyes narrowing as he continued to speak. He paused for a response from me. When he didn't receive one, he grabbed me by my head.

"ANSWER ME!"

"YOU KNOW I DON'T SPEAK JAPANESE!"

His bloodied eye twitched again as he paused, watching me with a crazy stare.

"You're mine. You stay here."

I shook my head. "No..."

A shard of glass flew from the mirror to his hand. He pointed it at my neck.

"You want to try that again?"

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked. "I wouldn't," he paused, slowly turning the sharp object from my neck to his.

"But if I can't have you, then he can't either."

"You're insane."

He let out a loud cackle as he dropped the shard, rushing behind me and grabbing me so that one arm is around my chest and the other rested on my head.

"If you knew what he did to me... what he did to you.... You wouldn't say so."

"What are you talking about."

"It's his fault that I'm alone... You were mine... and then you were taken from me..." He pouted, resting his head against mine.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"It doesn't matter. You'll never see him again. I'll see to it that you don't." He cackled wildly.

I have to find a way out of here.