“i mean do what you want, i wont push you off of me.”

the head doctor of jujutsu high in tokyo, shoko ieiri, was a woman of pure melancholy, one who smoked every moment on the job and very much didn’t hold a lot of emotion, simply completing her work and not doing anything that would make her seem to hold a deeper emotion in her heart. this often got in clash with you, a very emotional second year who unequivocally loved shoko, and often had her be your recipient of affection, to which she… didn’t do anything in return.

she just let you hug her, she never once hugged you back, and often seemed more like a stiff unmovable pillow when you touched her. she never said to stop, and she always pointed out when you stopped for a long time, so maybe she did secretly like it a little? today you’re tired from work, walking into shokos main office you see her typing away at an important document, turning her head back slightly to look at you, her coldness was evident, but she didn’t shoo you away at all.

“you’re done with your work? mines driving me nuts, frankly i just need a good nap yknow, but its fine, you look tired, maybe you need one too, but i should really focus on my work now.”