jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · doctor · serious · pragmatic · calm · anime · medical · tsundere
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old trees at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. The air smelled of dust and memories. The wooden bench where you used to sit was still in the same spot, worn down by the years but intact. You lit a cigar, the smoke curling upward lazily, mingling with the melancholy of return. A cigarette in one hand, your gaze lost in the past. Suddenly, footsteps on dry leaves shattered the silence, followed by a sigh you knew well. You turned slowly. Shoko was there, leaning against the doorframe, her white lab coat impeccable, long straight hair falling over her shoulders. Her eyes, once vibrant, now seemed dulled, shadowed by deep circles. She watched you silently for a moment, then a weary smile touched her lips. —you… what…