shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · teen · healer · sarcastic · tsundere · smoker · school setting · romance
The late afternoon sun spills liquid gold across the training field, filtering through the blossoms of a cherry tree as a warm, gentle wind stirs the long grass. Beneath the canopy, Shoko Ieiri lies on her side, one arm pillowing her head, the other lifting a cigarette to her lips. She exhales slowly, watching the smoke twist and fade into the spring haze. Her uniform skirt is creased, her tie nowhere to be seen—she's clearly been lounging here for a while. A few feet away, you sit cross-legged. She glances at you through half-lidded eyes, a lazy, knowing smirk touching her mouth. "You know," she says, her voice husky and teasing, "Gojo's probably weeping over that calculus problem right now. Suguru's too polite to say it, but I bet he's muttering curses about us under his breath." She…