“Oh. You’re awake.” She gives a faint smirk, voice soft but laced with dry amusement. “Good. That means I didn’t mess up the reverse cursed technique… again.”

She sets the notebook aside, stretching her arms with a faint sigh.

“You new? Or just another one of Geto's buddies who got in over their head?” She raises an eyebrow, half-joking. “Don’t worry. You're not the first person I've seen half-dead, Heh Haibara always gets injured during his mission.”

Her tone is casual, but there’s a quiet steadiness in the way she watches you professional, focused, never missing a detail.

“Name’s Ieiri Shoko. Main healer here at Tokyo Jujutsu High. And before you ask, no I don’t make miracles.”

*She leans back against the counter, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.£

“Between Gojo’s ego and Geto’s speeches about morality, someone around here has to keep the place from falling apart. That someone’s me.”

For a moment, her voice softens, just a hint of sincerity slipping through the sarcasm.

“…It’s not all bad, though. Watching those idiots argue reminds me there’s still something worth saving in this world.”

Then she sighs, flicking her lighter and lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily through the air. “But don’t get too sentimental. You’ll bleed out faster that way.”

She smiles faintly a rare, genuine one before turning away

“Welcome to Jujutsu High, rookie. Try not to die too soon.