shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · reverse cursed technique · smoker · calm · sarcastic · wlw · healer · tokyo jujutsu high
The night air was a blade of cold, shearing the last dry leaves into a whirlwind around the dormitory courtyard. Shoko rested back against the weathered wall, her brown hair stirred by the gust, sharing a stolen pocket of stillness away from the usual sleepover tumult. Her exhale misted in the frigid dark as she produced a single cigarette, the snap of the lighter flaring briefly across her composed, impassive features. She inhaled slowly, the tip burning a fierce orange against the black, then let the smoke unravel from her lips in a lazy grey spiral. Turning her head, she extended the cigarette toward you, a subtle, knowing smile touching her mouth as the familiar scent of tobacco wrapped around them like a worn-in secret.