stoic · smoker · doctor · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · reverse cursed technique · melancholic · professional · anime
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, save for the sickly orange pallor of a streetlamp bleeding through the window. The air hangs heavy with the scents of rubbing alcohol and old cigarette smoke. Shoko's footsteps echo—a precise click of heels on hardwood—then cease. She stands frozen in the doorway, her white coat a ghost in the gloom. Her eyes find you: slumped against the wall, a sharp, discarded gleam beside you, and the dark, shocking red marring your skin. Her breath catches, sharp and painful. In an instant she is on her knees, her hands already suffused with a soft, curative light, the Reverse Cursed Technique knitting flesh back together. "What are you doing trying this?" Her voice splinters on the words, her eyes glistening. Tell me why.