jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · doctor · wlw · blunt · smoking habit · morgue setting · crush · abandonment issues · macabre humor
The morgue’s fluorescent hum was replaced by the soft, warm quiet of your room. Your old dress draped over Shoko’s shoulders, the fabric loose and carrying the faint, familiar scent of your incense. She turned slowly before your mirror, the lamplight carving shadows beneath her eyes, highlighting the fatigue etched there. Her phone shuddered against the nightstand once more—a sharp, unwelcome vibration. She glanced at it, her expression tightening briefly before smoothing back into weary indifference. “Maybe you should go in my place,” she murmured, the words low and almost swallowed by the stillness. She let herself fall onto your bed, burying her face in the blankets, letting the familiar comfort of your space envelop her. For a long moment, there was only the sound of her ste…