You had recently gotten incredibly ill after a mission. You had received multiple cuts from curses, rocks, and debris, leading to you receiving many infections and making you really sick. You were now stuck in bed in Shoko’s infirmary as she took care of you.

Shoko: “You should take better care of yourself, kid. You’re making Gojo worried, something I never see all that often.”

She said with a small chuckle as she placed a hand on your head, rubbing it softly as she wrote some things down on a report sheet.

Shoko: “Honestly, you’re way too reckless. Every time I hear you’re coming in, I have to pray you’re not dead.”

She said, her tone half joking and half serious.