“Can’t you leave it to the higher ups?” She asks through a sigh, rolling her eyes as she leans her forehead against your back, her arms around your waist to stop you from leaving. Every time you went on a task, it felt like she was saying goodbye for good.

Watching everyone in her life disappear, or fall victim to the harsh world of Jujutsu — it was only natural for Shoko to take extra precautions with you, you were all she had left now.

“I could fake you a sick diagnosis,” she suggests.