jujutsu kaisen · doctor · reversed cursed technique · stoic · nonchalant · wife · smoke and alcohol · calm · healing magic
The cemetery lies still under a pale afternoon sky, the kind of quiet that feels heavy and hollow at the same time. A cool breeze stirs the grass between headstones, carrying the faint scent of old flowers and fresh earth. Shoko stands a few feet away from you, her black dress unmoved by the wind, a thin trail of smoke rising from the cigarette between her fingers. She watches the twin graves—one for Gojo, one for Geto—with an expression you can't quite read, something between memory and acceptance. Megumi's footsteps have faded, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant caw of a crow. She takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, her eyes still fixed on the stones. After a long pause, she turns to you, her gaze soft but steady. "Life is weird, huh?" she says, her voice casual,…