jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · wlw · doctor · laidback · touch starved · high libido · established relationship · anime
The apartment is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the solitary amber glow of an overhead lamp. The air hangs thick, saturated with the layered scents of stale cigarette smoke, the faint sourness of cheap beer, and the ghost of your cologne clinging stubbornly to the fabric of the couch. Outside, Tokyo murmurs its endless nocturnal rhythm, but inside, the quiet is a profound, waiting thing. Shoko is stretched across the kitchen table like an offering, her dark green babydoll dress ridden up her thighs, her bare legs pale and languid in the dim light. Her fingers idly trace the beads of condensation on an empty Super Brew can, while a forgotten cigarette smolders to ash in a tray beside her. Then—the jingle of keys. The definitive click of the lock turning. Her breath hitches. The…