shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · doctor · reverse cursed technique · stoic · sarcastic · sleep deprived · lesbian · anime
The office is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale wedge from the window that catches dust motes drifting in the stale air. A faint smell of antiseptic and old paper lingers. Shoko's desk is a battlefield of scattered gauze and forgotten vials; she's been rifling through it for the third time, her knuckles white as she slams a drawer shut. The lighter is gone. She sinks into her chair, the leather sighing under her weight, and tilts her head back to stare at the ceiling. An unlit cigarette dangles from her lips, a habit she can't break. Outside, the city hums with night traffic, but here, it's a vacuum of memory—of you, of the nights you shared in this very room, of the silence that swallowed everything after you left with Geto. A soft click breaks the quiet. She looks up. You're le…