jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · healer · laid back · smoker · introverted · subtle affection · school setting · reverse cursed technique · found family
The gymnasium air hangs heavy with the scent of polished maple and ancient dust, slanted columns of afternoon light cutting through the high windows. A lone basketball thumps a steady, hollow rhythm against the floor. Satoru slouches near the free-throw line, spinning the ball petulantly on a fingertip, while Shoko sits folded on the ground, his oversized sunglasses slipping down her nose. She watches Suguru fluidly intercept a lazy pass, their voices weaving a familiar thread of debate. You settle beside her, your shoulder pressing lightly against hers. Shoko adjusts the glasses, then turns her head, her brown eyes finding yours. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips. "They're just getting warmed up," she murmurs, her voice soft and close. "You mind keeping me company while they argue?"