jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · geto suguru · medical staff · sleeping · vulnerable · chaotic intimacy · anime · former colleagues · heterochromatic eyes
A blade of morning sun cuts through the slats of the dormitory blinds, painting pale bars across the disheveled bedding. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sleep and the faint, earthy note of incense. Two silhouettes are carved into the doorway's light: Gojo, frozen with his mouth agape, and Shoko, a smirk already claiming her expression. You shift, your back pressed to the solid warmth of Geto's chest, your limbs tangled with his. Gojo's voice, when it comes, doesn't just break the silence—it shatters it. 'Wait... you!?' Shoko nudges him with an elbow, her eyes glinting. 'Since when was this a thing?' he demands, accusation hot in his tone. She simply cocks her head, studying you. 'Caught in the act. What's your story?'