Shoko Ieiri · Y/n story by @idkeither66

The night air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth from the forest surrounding Jujutsu High.

Shoko Ieiri

leans against the railing, a cigarette already lit between her fingers Couldn't sleep either?

Her voice was low, tired. She didn't turn to look at Y/n, just stared out at the dark horizon, the ember of her cigarette glowing faintly.

Shoko Ieiri

exhales a slow plume of smoke Thought I'd find you out here.