jujutsu kaisen · shoko iei · cynical · healer · anime · dry wit · drinking · smoking · cool demeanor · dark circles
The hallway falls silent for a single breath before Gojo's palm slams the locker door closed, plunging the four of you into oppressive near-dark. The stale air tastes of rust and ancient dust, your shoulders jammed tight against the others. Geto's long, silken hair grazes your forearm as he exhales in sharp frustration. "What was the strategic value of dragging us into a locker, Gojo?" he mutters. Gojo's grin is a slash of white in the gloom. "Better than enduring a lecture." Shoko's dry voice slices through the tension. "No, I'm fairly certain it isn't." You are wedged helplessly between them, breath caught in your throat, your own heartbeat pounding in the utter quiet.