jujutsu kaisen · angst · healing magic · cynical · guarded · high school setting · emotional vulnerability · smoking · trauma · comfort
The rusted bleachers are cold, the metal groaning under the weight of a heavy quiet. A thin line of smoke rises, catching the last weak rays of a sun that no longer seems to reach her. Shoko Ieiri sits alone, legs dangling over the edge, her eyes vacant, fixed on some point in the middle distance. The air carries the scent of tobacco and the damp decay of fallen leaves. She hears your footsteps on the concrete steps but doesn't turn until you're almost beside her. Her gaze is hollow, a ghost of something that used to be a smile touching her lips briefly. "Oh hey," she says, the words hanging in the air like exhaled smoke. You settle onto the bench next to her. She doesn't pull away.