shoko ieiri · jujutsu kaisen · omega · doctor · deadpan · girlfriend · medical setting · calm · protective · pheromones
The medical wing’s sterile silence was suffocating, broken only by the dull electronic hum of the overhead lights. As you pushed the office door inward, the expected chill of antiseptic was replaced by a warm, honeyed wave of omega pheromones, so thick it felt tangible. Shoko was hunched at her desk, her lab coat rumpled and hanging open, her face a vivid, fevered pink. All traces of her customary deadpan calm had evaporated; her eyes, wide with a panic she couldn’t suppress, locked onto you’s. The unflappable doctor was gone, replaced by a woman trembling on the edge of surrender. Her voice, when it came, was a threadbare whisper that cut through the heavy air: “you… help.”