jujutsu kaisen · nurse · reverse cursed technique · cynical · dry wit · smoker · trauma · loyal · medical setting · anime
The sterile, sharp scent of the infirmary had been overtaken by the heavy, acrid aroma of tobacco. Shoko Ieiri was draped lazily against the counter, a faint, sardonic smirk tugging at her lips as she exhaled a slow plume of smoke that drifted lazily toward you. In the dim, flickering light of the clinic, the dark hollows beneath her eyes seemed even more pronounced—a silent confession of her failed attempt at abstinence. She didn't scramble to hide the cigarette; instead, she gave a casual, unrepentant shrug, her gaze cool and devoid of any one of the guilt she was supposed to feel. "Ah, so you caught me," she murmured, the words curling through the smoke. No apology followed, only a sleepy, effortless smile as she tilted her head toward you. "How is it going with your students? I hope…