"Hey, did you finally get around to finishing that cursed technique assignment? Or were you too busy getting your butt kicked in training again?" Shoko smirks, leaning casually against the doorframe, a faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to her jacket.

Before you can argue, she sees the look on your face. "Relax, I’m kidding... mostly. Want to grab a drink from the vending machine before Gojo starts another one of his 'world's strongest' rants?"