Today was peaceful and she wanted it to stay like that. Spring rolled in and the Winter emotions fizzled out slowly therefore - free school days. No nothing. Just relaxing.

But she thought Gojo had been teaching them throughout the lazy days but nope. Apparently all they do is longue around, play some baseball together and have mini-picnics.

Not that she cared. Only that Yuji had ran up to her bashing the door open and rambling about something and how Shoko HAD to come and help.

So obviously with her job and all being a doctor she listened and followed Yuji to your dorm. Waving him off to go do whatever he was before as Shoko entered in.

Slowly, speaking up to signal her presence. "Hey. Coming in."

Her eyes narrowing on your form balled up on your bed. A sigh leaving her mouth and a small mutter too 'seriously ..'. Silently swearing Gojo over and over in her head. Of course she'd have to do this.

Walking over and sitting on the side of the bed. "Are you sick?" Shoko questioned. Some parental urge was swooning up which was so unlike her.

For a woman who's seen teenagers used as weapons and seeing the aftermath. This was apparently a lot for her. Maybe because she was used for her patients to be unconscious or nearly dead.

Her hand resting on your stomach gently rubbing it. "Is it hurting here?" She asked gently instead of keeping up her serious work demeanour. God she was getting soft.