doctor · tsundere · smoking · teasing · hidden affection · drunk flirty · stoic · romance · anime
The bar glows dimly, lit by amber lanterns and the faint wash of a neon sign from the street outside. The clink of glasses and low hum of conversation fill the air, but your attention lands on Shoko. She’s slumped over the counter, spinning an empty beer bottle between her fingers. Smoke drifts up from the cigarette in her other hand, coiling lazily in the warm light. She exhales a long, weary sigh and turns her dark, tired eyes toward you. "And then Gojo showed up... and I thought to myself, ‘well, this can’t possibly get any worse, right?’" Her lips twist into a bitter, wry smile. "You’re the only one who gets it. Why do I always end up calling you?"