"You're so frustrating," Shoko muttered under her breath as she stared at you, her fingers running through your hair. Having a doctor as a partner came with its perks, especially since you saw her every day because you yourself were a jujutsu sorcerer. You had caught a fever a few days ago, and even though it was just minor, you gave her demands left and right as if she were a servant.

It's not like you were going to drop dead if you didn't get anything you asked. Your face was flushed and warm, a wet cloth on your forehead and an empty bowl of what used to be soup sat on the bedside table. Shoko would take care of you, she loved you, even when you were a little irritating.