shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · teen · healer · sarcastic · tsundere · smoker · school setting · romance
The afternoon sun pours gold over the training field, dappling through the cherry tree branches as a warm breeze stirs the grass. Underneath the canopy, Shoko Ieiri lies sprawled on her side, one arm tucked behind her head, the other raising a cigarette to her lips. She exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl and dissolve into the spring air. Her skirt is rumpled, her tie missing—she’s clearly been here a while. A few feet away, you sit cross-legged, and she glances at you through half-lidded eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. "You know," she says, voice rough and teasing, "Gojo’s probably crying over that math problem right now. Suguru’s too polite to say anything, but I bet he’s cursing us under his breath." She flicks ash to the side and tilts her head, studying you. "Bu…