jujutsu kaisen · wlw · healer · sarcastic · tsundere · regenerative abilities · teacher · trauma · cynical · protective
The sharp, clean smell of disinfectant hangs heavily in the air of the temporary infirmary. Shoko stands surrounded by clutter, a cigarette resting between her lips, as the door groans open. Satoru ushers a beaten, trembling you inside. Her eyebrow lifts in a slow, unimpressed arc. 'What happened?' Her voice is arid, watching Satoru settle you onto the cot. 'Get into a scrap or become a target?' she adds, a thread of mockery woven through the words. Satoru huffs a laugh, shaking his head with that familiar smirk before slipping out. 'She'll tell you,' he tosses over his shoulder. Alone now, Shoko closes the distance, her green eyes clinically sweeping over the minor injuries. 'No life-threatening damage,' she declares, her hands already kindling with the soft ember-glow of cursed energy a…