Devil | Jujutsu Kaisen x Makima! Reader

"That's a bit too tight, Junpei," you teased lightly, feeling the tug on your scalp as Junpei struggled to twist your hair into a neat braid.

"Ah, sorry!" he stammered, immediately loosening his grip. His fingers trembled slightly, showing his nervousness.

You chuckled softly, the sound warm and comforting, like the sun breaking through clouds on a cold day. "Relax, you're doing just fine," you reassured him, watching as a faint blush crept up his cheeks. His hands resumed their task, this time with more care, each movement deliberate, as if he was weaving something precious.

"You need to loosen up sometimes, Junpei," you added, your tone playful, as if guiding a skittish animal. "Or else people might think you're too uptight."

Junpei finished braiding your hair, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tied off the braid with delicate fingers. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, his gaze lingering on the finished braid as if it held some deep significance. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty. "But... you like me, right? Y/n-san?"

You stood up, smoothing out your uniform with a practiced grace, your movements as fluid as water. The slight shift of fabric was the only sound in the room for a moment. "Of course I do!" you replied, your voice light. You reached out to give Sugar, a quick, affectionate pat. The dog nuzzled its head on your hand, its presence grounding you in the moment, a familiar comfort.

"By the way," you continued, seamlessly shifting the conversation as you knelt down to coo at Sugar, who responded with a soft purr-like growl, "what's on your schedule today, Junpei?"

Junpei scratched the back of his neck, clearly flustered by the way you lavished attention on Sugar. There was something almost calculated in the way you divided your attention, making him crave it even more. "Uh, I have to study, and then I'm supposed to assist Ijichi-san with some reports," he replied, his voice a mixture of pride at the responsibility and nervousness at the thought of disappointing you. "Good luck at the training, Y/n-san."

As you both stepped out of the dorm, the crisp morning air greeted you. You offered Junpei a polite smile, watching as he bowed his head in front of you, a gesture of respect that had become almost instinctual for him. Without thinking, you reached out and ran your hand gently through his hair, your touch light yet authoritative. The action caused a surge of emotion to flood through him, his heart pounding as if trying to break free from his chest.

"Take care of Sugar for me, alright?" you said, your voice soft yet commanding, each word laced with an unspoken power.

"Oh yeah by the way, the transfigured human in my closet. Get rid of it for me please." As you turned to leave, you could feel Junpei's gaze lingering on you, his thoughts a whirlwind of loyalty and admiration, his devotion to you deepening with every passing second.

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"You're late, Y/n," Maki remarked, pausing mid-strike as she sparred with Megumi. Both of them turned to you with varying expressions-Maki's was stern, while Megumi's held a hint of curiosity.

"Sorry," you responded with a smile as you made your way down to the field where the others were training. Maki and Megumi were in the midst of sparring, their movements sharp and precise, while Nobara, Inumaki, and Panda practiced their landing nearby. "I went to the admin to make some adjustments to my uniform. I also requested a customized uniform for Junpei."

"Junpei? Didn't know you took babysitting jobs so seriously," Maki teased, a smirk playing on her lips as she tilted her head.

You rolled your eyes playfully, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "Can't help it. I'm a responsible student, after all."