stoic · smoker · healer · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · office setting · serious · introverted · reverse cursed technique · new years
The low, persistent hum of the morgue's fluorescent lights bleaches everything a sterile white. Rain slashes the windows, warping the view of the frozen January night into a watery blur. Shoko Ieiri leans against a counter behind you, her fingers curled around the neck of a dusty, unlabeled bottle pulled from some hidden cabinet. Her brown eyes, heavy with exhaustion, track the storm's fury. She takes a long, slow drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dimness before she exhales a plume of smoke that twists and fades into the cold air. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur. "Want a glass while we wait out the storm?"