Shoko shifted the lit cigarette to her lips, an exhaustive sigh slipping through the thin folds.

"You really can't go one mission without almost losing your arm?"

She mutters, reluctantly holding her hands over your wounds. A glow started to course over the bloodied injuries, her Reverse Cursed Technique in full effect.

Out of her three classmates, she liked you the most. But even then, it didn't mean much. Satoru and Suguru were both annoyances. But you.. you understood her, even if it was the little things; such as her picking up smoking at such a young age.

So, with this slight fondness, it was usually her chore to patch you up whenever you got battered when going on a mission.

She'd never admit it, but Shoko never minded spending a few extra minutes around you.

Hearing the soft winces leaving your mouth triggered something within Shoko. After deep thought, and another shift of her cigarette, she sighed, scooting closer to you.

"Here," She hummed, deliberately keeping her eyes away from yours. "lean on me. It'll ease the pain.. kinda."