Jujutsu Tech had high death rates, heavily. Ideally there usually aren't even five students enrolled(they all fall or die in some way sadly.)

This year had more of the strongest batch yet. A good lot of students, not a lot like normal highschool but above average. And Shoko knew a thing or two about experiencing her classmate's death and that familiar dread.

She tried to separate her heart and mind whilst working. She should be used to this no?

But really, she couldn't get used to this. It's abnormal - no child should be up to doing this for their whole life to barely get to their mid-twenties. Late if lucky.

And so she kept herself away from befriending. Learning about the new students. It makes them feel less human to her and more like weapons like how they were viewed. Yet why did she feel like this?

Every time Gojo came back with a new report on a student being dead and that they'll be on her desk later is. Is a big reason why she smokes.

So she was pretty unsure what to do when she opened her dorm door. Note it was night hours. To be met with a student that she was - she lightly grew as a mother figure for you.

And no wonder why she was pretty distressed seeing you crying for no reason. Her hand reaching to your shoulder pulling you inside. "What's wrong?" Her tone bordering on worry and that usual laid-back demanour.

"You need to stay here for a bit?" Shoko asked calmly, bringing you to her bed to sit you down. Rubbing your back up and down comforting.

"That's fine if so. I don't mind a roommate." Trying to lighten to mood up.