Friends with Benefits - Yuta Okkotsu x Reader
There were rules to this dynamic.
No asking where the other disappeared to after missions
And absolutely no catching feelings.
You and Yuta Okkotsu had agreed to those rules nearly a year ago, after a tough but also successful exorcism. At the time it was what worked for the two of you, as sorcerers neither of you had the luxury of getting to know someone outside of jujutsu high especially when your life consists of missions, non-stop training and getting thrown into life or death situations.
Because somewhere along the way Yuta started texting you after missions, you started being the first person he called after returning from overseas. Bringing you your favorite food after your sparring sessions with Gojo. Little by little he was breaking the rules now every time someone referred to the two of you as a couple, he doesn't correct them immediately like he used to.
In private, when he was certain no one was around, Yuta became affectionate. One of his favorite things was playing with your hair, the moment you sat beside him his hand would find its way into your hair, fingers threading through the thick strands with a familiarity that had developed over months of quiet moments together. He loved how soft it felt against his calloused hands. Your hair was his favorite trait about you. Silky, shiny and thick.
No one knew about you and Yuta. No one knew about the secret rendezvous at night, sometimes after missions. No one knew about the late night convenience store runs for condoms. It was your dirty little secret. You would be a liar if you said it didn't excite you. Him sneaking into your dorm in the middle of the night or you looking for him after his sparring session pulling him into the nearest tallest bush.
It was supposed to be simple. Meet and fuck. it wasn't meant to be more than that. It was only supposed to be sex no strings attached.
At first, you were oblivious to Yuta's behavior change towards your dynamic, on your run to the convenience store he would tickle you, grab you by the waist spinning you around peppering your neck full of kisses. unaware you would giggle telling him to stop lightly pushing him away. You would playfully run away from him, and he would run after you, reaching you and picking you up "I've got you baby" he was becoming more affectionate out in public, it slipped your mind at the time.
The kisses became more passionate
He would steal you away from Maki and Nobara offering them some vague excuse before leading you down the hall, The moment he spots an empty classroom he checks if no one is coming making sure the coast is clear before closing the door and locking it.
His attention is entirely on you, one hand sliding into your hair, fingers threading through the thick strands before settling at the back of your head. It was far from rough it was more possessive than anything in a way that made your heart flutter. His grip tightened just enough to draw you closer.
"Just a minute," he'd murmur, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
And then he would kiss you. It was the kind of kiss meant for lovers. His hand remained tangled in your hair. When he finally pulled back now his forehead resting on yours. It felt intimate. The passionate kisses became a routine for both. Yuta was breaking the rules, and you were following suit.
Sex became a lot more intense
It wasn't filled with lust anymore. He takes you missionary, entering you slowly, face to face. Eyes locked, there is no roughness, no wild position Just pure intimacy, looking into each other's souls. Every movement, every thrust charged with emotion... Love, desire and possession. Not your usual routine.
Before no one around you suspected the two of you having something going on, it was well hidden because the rules were being followed and now that they're being broken your friends are onto you. "Y/n, you and Okkotsu have been spending a lot of time together" Maki was the first to bring it up to you during your sparring session, I roll my eyes "I'm helping him study for our upcoming exams" she lands a blow on me, I winced "he always passes his exams with flying colors" now suspicious. I spot Yuta from the corner of my eye talking to panda, Maki follows my gaze "I have a feeling that once we are done training you and him will magically disappear into thin air" my eyes widened... has she been paying attention. We've been too tangled up with one another to notice our friends. "Now you are making things up" I raise my eyebrows at her with an accusatory tone. She shrugs waving me off "I'm not crazy, I see right through the both of you" she takes my weapon turning to leave.
Yuta notices Maki gone, it's just you out on the field. Panda is now conversing with Yuji and Inumaki. Yuta locks eyes with you carefully not wanting the others to notice then he mouths "Let's get out of here" you smirk shaking your head "no, we can't" you notice him pulling his phone out typing away, your phone vibrates.
I giggle at his stupid text
I'm not, we have to be careful Yu, Maki is onto us.
No one can know about us... remember?
it wasn't like this before. He wouldn't text you throughout the day, he wouldn't beg to sneak around throughout the day. He would always remain friendly, but he was never romantic.
Yuta on the other hand has fallen hard. Now he was paying the price for agreeing to rules he no longer wanted
Because every time someone referred to you as "just friends," something unpleasant twisted in his chest.
Every time you casually mentioned another sorcerer, he found himself wondering things he had absolutely no right to wonder.
Every time you reminded him that this was supposed to be casual, he had to force himself to smile and pretend those words didn't sting.
The worst part was that he couldn't even blame you.
You were following the rules.
He was the one breaking them.
without realizing. The constant texting, the way he always gravitated towards you in a room full of people, The food he'd bring you because he remembered your favorite order, The way he looked for you first after every mission. The way his face softened whenever you smiled at him. None of those things belonged in a friend with benefits arrangement.
They belonged to someone hopelessly, undeniably in love. Yuta knew it. He spent months trying to convince himself otherwise, he tried to convince himself he was okay with this arrangement.
But love had a way of revealing itself through actions long before a person was ready to admit it out loud.
And Yuta's actions practically screamed it.
Because while you still saw the arrangement as something temporary and uncomplicated, Yuta had quietly started imagining a future.
One where he didn't have to sneak moments with you.
One where he didn't have to pretend your relationship meant less than it did.
One where he could hold your hand in public without worrying about crossing a line.
One where he could finally call you his.
The title "friends with benefits" had begun to feel wrong in a way he couldn't explain. So many times, after a passionate night with you both tangled up in bed he would stop himself from confessing his undying love for you and fought the urge to tell you how stupid this arrangement actually is. You talked about meeting other people, possibly going out on dates but him he was utterly devoted to you. His heart, mind, body and soul were just for you to take, even though your heart was up for grabs his wasn't.
These bottled-up feelings were taking a toll on him, you were driving him insane, he was losing sleep over you. He was passionate about you.
"Fuck this arrangement and fuck me for agreeing" he would mutter to himself every night.
You and Yuta never fought, your boundaries were loud and clear. You never crossed his and he never crossed yours. It worked because you two never had any sort of disagreements. The rules were clear, it was perfect.
If one of you needed space, the other gave it.
if one of you was busy with missions, there were no questions asked. It worked because neither of you expected more than what had been agreed upon.
Now Yuta expected everything.
And that was the problem.
The arguments started small.
neither of you noticed them at first. Yuta would make sharp comments when you would cancel plans, he would get irritated when you disappeared for days then annoyed when you mentioned spending time with someone else.
It didn't make sense to you because according to the rules neither of you had the right to be upset, which is why you aren't getting why Yuta has been frustrated. You notice his tone and bad mood towards you, he has been awfully sensitive. It had you overthinking now. was it the sex? is he bored of you now? either way both possibilities scared you because you have feelings for the dark-haired boy.
On the other hand, Yuta couldn't bring himself to tell you that seeing you with someone else or even laugh with someone else made something ugly and unfamiliar twist in his chest.
So instead, he got frustrated.
And frustrated people argued. The tension between the two of you grew. Unresolved feelings and because you were still following the rules and Yuta no longer wanted them.
Days passed after the string of small arguments.
There hadn't been a word from Yuta.
It was strange—unsettling, even—because this wasn't like him. I knew he was busy. The higher-ups had been sending him on back-to-back missions for weeks, barely giving him time to rest between assignments. Normally, I wouldn't think much of it. Except I had gotten used to him.
Used to the random texts throughout the day.
Used to the brief calls after missions.
Used to him seeking me out whenever he returned to Jujutsu High.
And the silence was driving me crazy. What if he was hurt? What if something had gone wrong on a mission?
What if he was avoiding me? My stomach twisted at the thought. Maybe he was tired of the constant tension between us. Maybe he hated me. Maybe he didn't want anything to do with me anymore.
I sighed and pulled my phone from my pocket, pacing back and forth across my dorm room.
The debate went on for nearly ten minutes before I finally gathered enough courage to type out a message.
I miss you. Are you there?
The second I hit send, I threw my phone onto my bed as if it had personally offended me. A groan escaped my lips.
Why was I so nervous? Yuta was supposed to be my friend. My classmate. My partner on missions. Nothing more. He was supposed to be the friend I occasionally slept with and nothing else. But lately, it felt so far from that. The rules between us were crumbling. And I was pretending not to notice.
Pretending I didn't see the way his eyes lingered on me.
Pretending I didn't notice how much his absence affected me.
Pretending I wasn't completely, hopelessly attached to him.
Because if I acknowledged it, everything would change.
All those dates I'd gone on over the past year suddenly felt meaningless. None of those guys had ever truly interested me. If I was being honest with myself, they had simply been distractions.
A way to avoid confronting feelings that had been growing inside me for months. Feelings that always seemed to lead back to Yuta. Even Maki, Panda, and Inumaki were starting to notice.
The strange energy between us whenever we were together. Whether we were sparring, eating dinner, or simply hanging out after class, they could tell something was different. Something was happening.
I was pulled from my thoughts when my phone suddenly vibrated.
I stared at his name on the screen for several seconds before answering.
My voice came out quieter than intended.
There was a brief pause before he spoke.
His voice sounded different.
"Can we talk tonight? I just finished this mission."
A knot formed in my stomach.
I didn't know what it was, but I could hear it in his voice.
"Yeah," I replied immediately. "Of course. Just let me know when you're back on school grounds."
The response was barely above a whisper.
I lowered the phone and stared at the blank screen.
For a moment, the room was completely silent.
Then I grabbed the nearest pillow, pressed it against my face, and screamed into it.
Every emotion I'd been trying to ignore came rushing to the surface at once.
And the terrifying realization that whatever conversation Yuta wanted to have tonight was about to change everything.
After days of keeping my distance from Y/N, I finally realized something.
I couldn't do this anymore.
I couldn't keep pretending these feelings didn't exist.
I couldn't keep forcing myself to be satisfied with an arrangement that was slowly tearing me apart. The cursed spirits I've exorcised over the last few weeks have been unfortunate victims of my frustration. Lately, missions have become my therapy. Hours spent fighting, exorcising, and pushing myself to exhaustion just to avoid thinking about her.
The problem was that no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always found their way back to Y/N. Every single time. As I moved through another abandoned building, searching for the curse I had been assigned to eliminate, my mind drifted back to the night all of this started.
Before everything became so complicated.
We had been partnered together for several missions beforehand. At first, it was purely professional. Two sorcerers working toward the same goal. But spending so much time together made it impossible not to grow closer. Long hours investigating.
Watching each other's backs during dangerous missions. Somewhere along the way, she started understanding my burdens. And I started understanding hers. She saw parts of me that most people didn't.
The loneliness that came with being a special-grade sorcerer. And somehow, without even trying, she made those burdens feel lighter. The truth was that I had liked her long before we started getting paired together. I always thought she was beautiful. Always admired her strength. The way she carried herself. The way she could make people laugh even after the worst missions.
I had a crush on her before any of this happened.
I never told Panda or Inumaki.
Because I knew exactly what would happen if I did. They'd never let me hear the end of it. Worse, word might somehow get back to her. And the last thing I wanted was to scare her away. Back then, simply being around her was enough. Now?
Now I couldn't imagine my life without her. The more time we spent together, the harder I fell. Until one day I realized I wasn't just attracted to her anymore. I was in love with her.
The way her eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she cared about. The way she always put others before herself. I loved everything about her. Every little detail. Even the small things nobody else seemed to notice. The softness of her hair whenever I ran my fingers through it. The way she would unconsciously lean closer whenever we sat together. The tiny habits that had become so familiar to me over time. I remembered all of it.
And that's why I hated myself for letting things get this far. I shouldn't have kissed her that night. I had convinced myself it was a moment of weakness. A response to stress. An excuse. Anything other than the truth. But that single stupid kiss had changed everything. Because once I knew what it felt like to have her close, there was no going back. And somehow, we ended up here. Friends with benefits.
The title alone made me sick.
Because I never wanted this arrangement.
I wanted to hold her hand without worrying about crossing a line. I wanted to introduce her as my girlfriend instead of pretending she was just a friend. I wanted the exclusivity.
The commitment. The future. I wanted all of her.
Not because I wanted to possess her.
And tonight, I was done running from it.
Done burying feelings that refused to stay hidden.
Tonight, I was going to tell her the truth. Even if it ruined everything. Even if she didn't feel the same. She deserved to know. As the gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High came into view, my stomach twisted into knots. I tightened my grip on my bag and took a deep breath. Then I started mentally rehearsing what I was going to say. Because after tonight, nothing between us would ever be the same again.
My thumb hovered over her contact for a moment before I finally pressed call.
Just hearing her voice made my heart pound.
"Hey," I replied nervously. "I'm here, Can I come by your dorm?"
I thanked her and hung up before I could lose my nerve. The walk to her dorm felt longer than any mission I'd ever been on. I'd fought special-grade curses. I'd stared death in the face more times than I could count. Yet somehow standing outside her dorm room was infinitely more terrifying.
I stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath.
My fist finally connected with the door.
Immediately, I heard movement on the other side. A few hurried footsteps.
A second later the door swung open. Y/N stood there rubbing her arm, an awkward smile on her face. "Hi. Sorry. I tripped." A nervous laugh escaped me. Of course she did.
I entered her room and suddenly forgot every speech I'd spent the last hour rehearsing. The door clicked shut behind me.
"So," she said, crossing her arms. "What did you want to talk about?"
Before answering, I looked at her. Really looked at her. And that wasn't helping my situation at all. She looked beautiful. As always. My throat felt impossibly dry.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Concern flashed across her face. I forced myself to nod.
"I just... really need to talk to you."
She sat down on the edge of her bed and nodded.
The room suddenly felt too warm.
Or maybe that was just me.
I loosened my tie and started unbuttoning the top few buttons of my uniform.
"Why are you taking your uniform apart?"
I was doing that. God, I was losing my mind.
"Yuta, it's freezing outside."
I glanced toward the window.
Her eyebrows furrowed. Now she definitely thought I was weird. I dragged a hand down my face.
"Listen," I blurted. "I'm just going to say it."
Her expression immediately became serious.
"Yes, I've been avoiding you."
"And yes, I've been acting weird."
"I'm sorry about the arguments."
"I'm sorry for all of it."
"The truth is I'm in love with you."
The words escaped before I could stop them.
The room fell silent. I stopped pacing.
Then, because apparently my brain had stopped functioning entirely, I kept talking.
"I've liked you for years."
"I liked you before we even started going on missions together."
"You made me nervous during my first year here."
"Honestly, I was just some awkward first-year completely obsessed with you."
"I thought you were incredible." Still talking.
"Then somehow we got paired together for missions and I thought maybe the universe was finally giving me a chance." I laughed nervously. It sounded terrible.
"I know that sounds ridiculous."
"I never wanted this arrangement."
The confession spilled out faster now.
"I agreed to it because being close to you was better than not having you at all." My chest tightened.
"But somewhere along the way that stopped being enough." I looked at her.
"I don't want casual." My voice cracked slightly.
"I don't want to pretend you're just my friend." The words hung between us.
"I want you." Y/N's eyes widened.
"I want to call you mine." I swallowed hard.
"I want to be the person you call after every mission."
"I want to take you out without pretending it's not a date."
"I want everything." At some point my pacing had turned frantic. My hands shook as I spoke.
"And I know you probably don't feel the same way." The words hurt more than I expected.
"And that's okay." It wasn't okay. But I'd survive. Probably.
"I've accepted that." A lie.
"I just needed to get it off my chest—"
Before I could continue, Y/N stood up. In two quick steps she was in front of me. Her hands wrapped around mine.
Grounding. I immediately stopped talking. For the first time all night. Because suddenly the only thing I could focus on was the fact that she hadn't let go. She looked up at me with soft, affectionate eyes.
"Yuta," she whispered, squeezing my hands. "I like you too." For a moment, I just stared at her. Certain I'd misheard.
A relieved laugh escaped her.
"I like you too." The tension in her shoulders finally disappeared.
"I thought you were getting bored of me," she admitted quietly. "When you stopped calling and texting, I got scared."
Her eyes dropped to our intertwined hands.
"I genuinely thought you came here tonight to end things between us."
My heart shattered at the thought. Without hesitation, I shook my head.
"No." The answer came immediately.
"I could never get bored of you."
I stepped closer, bringing our foreheads together.
"Not when you're all I think about."
A small giggle escaped her.
The sound alone nearly made my knees give out.
"You have no idea how much I love hearing that." She reached up, gently cupping my cheek. The touch was warm.
Then she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss near the corner of my mouth.
My heart practically launched itself out of my chest. I felt invincible.
If Gojo called me right now and assigned me six special-grade missions back-to-back, I was convinced I could finish them before sunrise.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me.
A laugh escaped her as I showered her face with quick kisses.
She tried turning away, laughing harder when I followed.
"Absolutely not." Another.
"I've been suffering for months."
She laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't stop touching her. After weeks of uncertainty, she was here.
I wasn't dreaming. I held her close and rested my chin on top of her head. Then, suddenly feeling nervous all over again, I whispered:
"Please be my girlfriend, Y/N."
She pulled back just enough for me to see the smile spreading across her face. Then she kissed me.
When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed.
"I'll be your girlfriend, Yuta."
I don't think I'd ever smiled so hard in my life.
Before she could say anything else, I scooped her into my arms.
A surprised squeak escaped her.
I laughed and carefully dropped her onto the bed beside me.
She was still laughing when I started tickling her sides.
"For making me think you didn't like me back."
Neither of us could stop laughing. And for the first time in months, everything felt easy again.
The tension. The uncertainty. The endless worrying.
No more pretending. No more rules. No more friends with benefits.
