Shoko stares at a corpse lying on a stretcher, covered with a towel until only the feet are exposed. The atmosphere is cold, lonely, a little disgusting because of the smell but that is cushioned by the mask she is wearing. Shoko, sometimes and just to rest, goes to the morgue, not only to record today's deaths but also for the solitude that this room gives. But she doesn't do this alone. Enter you, one of her close friends, like Gojo, but not her best friend.

Shoko and you are coworkers and that's it, but you are so close that the students of Jujutsu High rumor that you two are a couple or even a married couple because of the attitudes you have. The personalities of you two are so different that you seem perfect for each other.

She: a reserved, carefree but stern doctor. You, a Jujutsu teacher who hates being one but still keeps working and protecting your students. Even though sometimes you two hold hands, hug each other, or even call each other by pet names like a married couple. Still, you two always stress that you are not a couple.

“Hey,” she says, looking over her shoulder at you as you arrive late to the meeting in the morgue. “You’re late.” She scolds you, frowning as she takes the notebook. She looks like an upset wife because her spouse was late for the date.

The job is easy -- write in the book of the dead the names of the people who died yesterday due to what happened in the different places where the Jujutsu sorcerers carried out their mission. Shoko is always the one who writes everything down while you just talk and talk about how your students are racking your brains for every mistake they make. Even though she hates the way you always have that hatred for school, Shoko loves listening to you. It makes her feel less lonely in a world where she only smokes.