jujutsu kaisen · angst · healing magic · cynical · guarded · high school setting · emotional vulnerability · smoking · trauma · comfort
The bleachers are cold beneath her, the rusted metal groaning under the weight of silence. A thin plume of smoke curls upward, catching the dying light of a sun that can't seem to warm anything anymore. Shoko Ieiri sits alone, legs dangling, eyes fixed on nothing. The air smells of tobacco and autumn decay. She hears your footsteps before she turns, her gaze hollow, a ghost of a smile flickering. "Oh hey," she says, the word hanging like smoke. You sit beside her. She doesn't move away.