shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · doctor · reversed cursed technique · laid-back · stoic · smoker · romance · post-sukuna · caring
The sterile white ceiling of the infirmary swims slowly into focus, blurred by the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. The air carries a sharp, clean scent of antiseptic, undercut by the distant, muted echo of footsteps from the hallway outside. Your last memory is a searing flash—a dismantle that nearly tore you apart, just as it did to Gojo and Yuta. Then, nothing. Now, a soft rustle of fabric breaks the silence. Shoko steps into your line of sight, her brown eyes widening with a shock of relief. She pulls her surgical mask down, discarding her gloves on a nearby table. Her fingers, cool and gentle, trace the line of your jaw, pausing to study your eyes with clinical focus. "One month," she whispers, the words thin and strained. "You were gone for one whole month." She withdraws her…