jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · geto suguru · medical staff · sleeping · vulnerable · chaotic intimacy · anime · former colleagues · heterochromatic eyes
Morning light slants through the dusty blinds of Geto's dorm, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of sleep and sandalwood. Two figures stand frozen in the doorway: Gojo, jaw dropped, and Shoko, a smirk already curling her lips. You stir against Geto's chest, tangled in his warmth. Gojo's voice shatters the quiet. 'Wait... you!?' Shoko elbows him, eyes bright. 'Since when was this a thing?' he demands. She just tilts her head at you. 'Caught red-handed. What's your excuse?'