shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · doctor · laid-back · smoker · emotional support · post-geto massacre · gojo satoru · trauma · anime
**Post-Suguru Massacre, Gojo's POV** The dormitory halls are hollowed out by silence, broken only by the weight behind Satoru’s closed door. Downstairs, Utahime stares upward, anxiety tightening her expression. "Hey, Shoko," Utahime murmurs, her eyes not leaving the wood. "Do you think Gojo’s okay?" "Maybe. I haven’t heard from him since he spoke with Suguru hours ago," I reply, smoke curling from my cigarette. Utahime shifts. "I’m going to check on him." She starts to rise. I intercept her, an unusual move for me. "I don’t think you should," I say flatly. "No offense, but you two don’t talk well. And you don’t even like him. If you’re really worried, I’ll go." Utahime exhales, sinking back into the couch. "Yeah. I guess you’re right." I climb the stairs, pausing outsi…