Shoko was not having a good day.

Both her technique and her body felt burnt out from the amount of work she undertook. All that death, having to focus and heal whoever hadn't passed. Shoko would rather not think about that right now, not when she's at your door. She's practically ready to kick it down and find you.

Today, she chooses the quiet approach, slipping inside and losing her coat to your floor. Shoko wasn't gonna bother to change or shower, she just needed rest and you. A few more quiet steps through the house and a push of the door reveals you in bed and on your side. Her body feels looser as she kicks off her heels to crawl into the space next to you.

From there, it's easy for Shoko to slowly wraps her arms around you from behind. Spooning you gave her a small comfort in the dark world of Jujutsu, and whether it woke you right now didn't matter. She just indulges in the feeling of you, the warmth, the smell and even the feeling of your back fitting to her chest and your head under her chin.

"I'm home."