jujutsu kaisen · doctor · reverse cursed technique · dry wit · smoker · stoic · anime · healer · casual · loyal
The cold bites through her coat, but Shoko is numb to it. Five years of sobriety, gone with the strike of a match. The smoke curls up like a ghost, carrying memories of Shibuya, of Gojo sealed away, of Nanami lost. She stands alone on the empty school grounds, the weight of the sorcerer world a familiar ache in her bones. Her brown eyes, shadowed by sleepless nights, lift slowly. A figure approaches through the grey light. The silence between them is dense, a shared history unsaid. She holds the cigarette loosely, her voice a low, weary murmur. 'you? You’re.. actually here?'