Jujutsu Kaisen!Headcanons
You ask them to stay with you while you shower
A/N: Yuji and Megumi both are aged up here! And also, I’m new to this fandom and these characters, so I’m sorry if these are slightly (or completely off)
“Knock knock!” His voice came from just outside the door. “Just need to grab my toothbrush.” I rolled my eyes as I ran my fingers through my hair.
“It’s unlocked.” I called to him. I heard a slight snicker spill from his lips as the door pushed open.
“Why? Were you hoping I’d come in and join you?” Gojo asked playfully.
“Actually I was hoping for someone less full of themselves.” I fired back, squeezing my shampoo into my hand. Gojo was quiet for a moment.
“I can be that if it means gettin’ to shower with you, pretty girl.” He said lowly. A chill ran up my spine despite the boiling hot water.
“Quit it.” I said, massaging the product into my scalp.
“Fine, fine. I’m going.” He said. I heard the door squeak and something in me took over all forms of reason in that moment.
“Wait.” The sound of the word scared me. Then I heard that annoyingly charming laugh of his.
“Mhm! That’s what I thought.” He said proudly.
“Keep your pants on, Satoru. I just,” I paused, hearing the sound of a zipper being zipped. “Were you actually taking your pants off?” I asked.
“Um, no?” He lied. I shook my head.
“I just want someone to talk to.” I told him honestly.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you over the sound of the water running. Might be better if I got in there with you.” He yelled slightly to add to the effect of his antics.
The steam lifting from the shower floor smelled strongly of him. Any anxiety I had about showering at his house melted away with each drop from the shower head. But it was quiet. A little too quiet for my liking.
“Geto?” I called timidly. I wanted him to hear me but another part of me hoped he wouldn’t. Then I heard footsteps approaching followed by two light taps on the door.
“You okay?” He asked softly, his voice flowing through the small crack he’d made in the door. I nodded, though he couldn’t see me.
“Yes, I just wanted you to maybe, stay with me?” I questioned. I may have sounded pathetic, but he never made me feel that way.
“Certainly.” He answered. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all. You just have this presence. It makes me feel safe.” I could almost feel his smile.
“That’s not something I had before I met you. That presence you mentioned.” He told me. I hummed, beginning to wash my hair.
Of course it would happen to us. One room. One bed. One bathroom. But, we had survived and escaped and that’s all that mattered. Sleeping was a problem for later. Right now, the problem was the dried cursed spirit blood in my hair.
“Do you mind if I shower first?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him. His eyes were already on me, hands busy with cleaning his glasses.
“No.” He answered simply. His gaze alone was enough to heat my cheeks. I nodded once and grabbed the bag that I had scrambled to pack mere hours ago.
“Do you want me to leave the door unlocked?” I asked, poking my head around the wall. He was pulling his tie from his neck. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat.
“That’s fine.” He said, laying his tie over the back of the desk chair. With that, I closed the door, leaving just a small crack for ventilation.
The water felt amazing, washing the days troubles and stains down the little silver drain. I tilted my head back, letting the water run over my face and neck. But as my eyes closed, I began to see images of today’s battle. The close encounters with death itself reappearing as sickening memories.
“Nanami?” I suddenly asked, my own voice making me take a cautious step back.
“Yes?” He called from the room. I frantically rubbed the water from my eyes, fighting to open them again.
“Can you come in here?” I asked, blinking rapidly. My heart rate was through the roof. I heard the door peel open and saw Nanami’s silhouette through the shower curtain.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly, pressing his lower back into the countertop. Once I’d registered his presence in the small space, my heart beat began to slow.
“Yes. I’m sorry I- I closed my eyes and saw, like, images from today and it just scared me.” I explained, blushing at how stupid it sounded.
“I know what you mean.” He told me. I glanced over at his shadowy figure and saw his head tilt to the side as he stretched his arms above his head.
“Would you mind just, staying in here and talking?” I asked him, running my hands through my hair.
“What about?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Anything. Tell me about your technique again, or something.” I said breathily. He huffed a laugh and thought for a moment.
“Why are you so infatuated with jellyfish?” He asked. I was slightly caught off guard by his question until I remembered the day he took Yugi and I to an aquarium after the two of us had begged him to. I vividly remember him always being at least five paces behind us.
“Were you watching me?” I asked, my face growing hot.
“No more than you were watching them.”
I was grateful for him. The way he took me in when no one else seemed to want any part of me. Choso was my everything and I just wasn’t sure how to say it.
“Do you mind if I shower before we start the movie?” I asked, gesturing to the bathroom just down the hall. Choso’s sleepy eyes looked up at me from his place on the couch.
“No, go ahead.” He said simply. “I left all of your stuff in there from last time.” It was a little thing. But to me it meant he enjoyed my company. The pieces of myself that I leave around to tease him. I smiled and turned to go to the bathroom.
Once I’d closed the door, my fingers hovered in front of the lock, a silent hope that he might wander in and join me. I drew my hand back and opted instead to turn the water on.
The water was warm. It lightly massaged the knots in my shoulders. I hummed quietly to myself. Once my hair was wet, I reached for my shampoo bottle, noticing that its cap was open. I blushed at the thought of Choso coming in after me, opening the bottle and taking a deep breath. I bit my lip, continuing to hum whatever tune my brain desired.
As I washed my hair, I heard the door creak open no more than a couple of inches. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the song was coming through my lips. But then it was like his gaze burned a hole through the curtain. I had no choice but to give him my attention.
“You can come in.” I said gently, the water and bubbles from my hair running down my back. I heard him suck in a breath, then fully open the door.
“I didn’t want to bother you.” He said pitifully. I smiled.
“You’re not a bother, Choso. I always want you around me.” I told him honestly. I could feel my body heating up.
“How close?” He asked. I saw his form through the curtain sit down on the floor, knees touching the tub.
“As close as you’re comfortable with.” I replied.
I stared at the bottle sitting on the edge of the tub, stifling a laugh as I read the label.
“Yugi!” I called, poking my head out from behind the curtain. I reached for the lock, unlocking it and waiting for his signature knock.
Tap tap tap tap tap… BANG BANG!
“Come in here.” I told him, wrapping my fingers around the light pink shampoo bottle. The door flew open, releasing a gust of wind that blew the shower curtain into the tub.
“You rang?” He asked dramatically. I grabbed the edge of the curtain and pulled it back enough for him to see my face.
“Is this yours?” I asked, shoving the bottle to his chest. He took it from me and moved to the counter.
“Yeah?” He answered, hopping up and sitting on the cool tile.
“Yugi,” I said, retreating back into the water. “Did you know it was baby shampoo when you bought it?” I asked. The image of the light pink bottle with little clip art strawberries flashed back into my mind.
I heard him stutter slightly. Then the half empty bottle came flying over the curtain rod, landing at my feet with a loud clatter.
“AND SO WHAT IF IT IS? MY SCALP IS SENSITIVE!” He yelled. I laughed until my stomach hurt. “You better not tell anyone about this!”
“Okay. Okay! I won’t.” I said. Yugi’s hand came through the curtain in front of me, his pinky finger stuck straight out.
“Pinky swear.” He demanded. I scoffed and reached forward, locking my pinky with his.
“Swear.” I told him. “Now you may go.”
“Nuh uh. The water made steam cover the mirror and we’re due for a tic tac toe rematch.” Yugi said. I heard him jump back onto the counter followed by the squeaking of him drawing on the mirror. I poked my head out of the curtain, looking at where he would put his X.
It was a dreary day to say the least. The sky was covered with clouds, only letting rain fall for a couple hours at a time. I remember Gojo saying that he, Yugi, and Kugiskai were going out to shop.
I, of course, thought that was silly because of the weather and decided to stay back and clean my dorm. Once I was finished, I figured taking a nice warm shower would be a nice way to end the day. So I grabbed some comfy clothes and set them on the bathroom counter. I played some music on my phone and set it on the toilet.
I was putting conditioner in my hair when I realized that I forgot a very important thing. A towel. There was no way I was going to get out, soaking wet, dripping all over my nice clean floor to get one. So I tried to think of someone that might be able to help me.
Then it hit me. There was only one other person who didn’t go out with Sensei and the others. Megumi. I shook my hands free of as much water as I could and reached for my phone, texting him and awaiting his response.
Hey, are you in your room?
If you are, can you do me a
I waited for a moment before my phone buzzed with a response.
I’m in the shower and I completely
forgot to grab a towel. Do you mind
grabbing one from my room and
I sent the message and waited for a response. None came. Did I ask too much of him? Then I heard my dorm door open up.
“Where are they?” Fushiguro’s voice came from outside the bathroom door. I began to blush at his hastiness.
“Oh! So you see my dresser?” I asked, poking my head through the curtain so he could hear me better.
“They’re in a stack in the box to the right of it.” I explained. There was a pause.
“These black ones?” He called.
“Yeah!” I said happily. I pulled back from the shower curtain and waited for him to walk inside.
“Where do you want it?” He asked, his shadow facing away from the curtain. I smiled at his politeness.
“You can hang it on the back of the door.” I said, reaching out to close the door a little bit. “See the hook?” I saw him toss the fabric up, letting it rest on the small piece of metal.
“Thank you, Fushiguro.” I said softly. He nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“Sure.” He said simply. I chewed the inside of my cheek, looking around for an excuse to get him to stay. Then I saw the two different shampoos I had bought on accident a while back.
“Wait! Before you go,” I grabbed them and pushed them outside the curtain. “Which of these smells better?” I asked. His fingers brushed mine as he took the bottles. I watched as he leaned back against my counter, popping each one open and smelling them.
“Is this your way of asking me to stay without asking me to stay?” He suddenly asked. I pursed my lips.
“Maybe?” I said shyly. I heard him huff a laugh and close one of the bottles.
I tip toed into the bathroom, placing my stuff down on the counter in a wad. Maybe this time he won’t notice I’m gone? I turned the water on, feeling it as it finally began to warm up.
I wasn’t necessarily trying to get away from Sakuna. He wasn’t bad. He was just… present. There was never a moment for me anymore. I don’t know why he chose me, but he did. That was that.
As I washed the shampoo from my hair, I began to notice the water growing colder. I rubbed the soap from my eyes and turned to adjust the temperature. I screamed when I saw his hand on the knob.
“Sakuna.” I said breathily. His hand retreated, the sound of his laughter mixing with the rising steam.
“Trying to get away from me, Brat?” He asked. I turned the water back over to warm, all while shaking my head.
“No. Never.” I replied. Always the same. If I said yes to that question, he would slice me in half. “I was hoping you’d come.”
“Don’t lie to me, Little Girl.” His voice was sharp.
“I really was.” I pleaded. There was silence.
“Then I suppose you’ll get what you hoped for.”
