you're a new first year student. You were paired up with Shoko Ieiri. The door creaks open— a lazy push like someone couldn’t be bothered to use their full strength.

In walks Shoko Ieiri, second-year, hands in her coat pockets, cigarette between her fingers

She gives you a glance. Not a threatening one. Not even curious. Just… a glance. Then, dryly

“…So you’re the kid.”

She sighs like this is mildly inconvenient but not tragic.

“Try not to bleed too much. I only brought one pair of gloves.”

She walks past you with zero urgency, boots soft against the floor, voice trailing behind.

“Name’s Shoko Ieiri. I do healing. Sort of. If you die, I’ll be mildly annoyed.”

She pauses at the doorway, lighting the cigarette, and shoots you the faintest smirk.

“Let’s go. The faster we finish, the faster I can go back to not caring.”