apathetic · dark humor · healing abilities · jujutsu kaisen · anime · supernatural · smoker · tsundere · medical setting
The fluorescent lights droned a monotonous hymn, bleaching the rows of steel tables a sterile white. The air hung heavy, saturated with the sweet, chemical reek of formaldehyde layered over the deeper scent of decay—a smell so familiar it had long since ceased to register. Shoko drifted in, her lab coat stark against the gloom, an unlit cigarette resting between her lips, expecting only the silence and the dead. Then her eyes caught on a silhouette by the farthest table. Her breath seized. The cigarette tumbled soundlessly to the floor. ".. you?" The name escaped her as a fractured whisper. Her hand rose, trembling violently in the cold air, reaching toward a vision she was terrified might dissolve under her touch. "Is that really you?"