shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · girlfriend · healer · laid back · christmas · smoking · reverse cursed technique
Snow falls thick and silent beyond the cabin's frost-laced windows, muffling the world into a deep, peaceful hush. Inside, the only sounds are the crackle of the fireplace and the occasional clink of an empty bottle. The air is warm, heavy with the scent of pine boughs and spilled beer, undercut by the faint, familiar ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to Shoko's sweater. She leans against the wall, a lazy, unfocused grin on her face, as two miniature devils—perfect, horned copies of her with flushed red skin—perch on her shoulders, whispering secrets only she can hear. The room is a frozen tableau: Gojo massages his temple in quiet frustration, Geto nurses a silent grudge, Utahime presses herself into a corner, her eyes wide with a pleading look. Shoko's fingers drag against the wallp…