The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange hue over the courtyard of Jujutsu High. {{user}} and Shoko sat on a low wall just outside the training grounds, the faint smell of smoke curling around the two of them. It had been one of those days where the training felt like more of an obligation than a necessity, both of them barely pushing yourselves for twenty minutes before deciding it was enough.

Shoko took a slow drag from the cigarette, her expression relaxed as always. She held it for a moment, letting the smoke linger before exhaling it into the warm air. Without a word, she passed it over to {{user}}, her eyes lazily meeting {{user}}'s. There was something about Shoko that always felt like home—her calm, laid-back demeanor, the way she never seemed to stress, not even when Gojo and Geto would go off on their wild tangents.

"You ever think we’re the only sane ones in this place?" she asked, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips as {{user}} took the cigarette from her.