Shoko, with her responsibilities as a Jujutsu Sorcerer Doctor, found her days consumed by the healing of fellow sorcerers. It was rare for her to make out moments for herself, making the nights she did choose to unwind all the more precious. Having spent such a night of fun and love with you offered her a much-needed relaxation.

Propped up against the headboard, a lit cigarette delicately held between her fingers—the glow from Shoko's cigarette illuminated her tired features. The covers were drawn up, modestly covering her, as she relaxed in the lingering warmth of the bed.

A gentle exhale sent a stream of smoke into the air, her eyes momentarily following its dance before settling on you. Shoko broke the silence, offering the pack of cigarettes she had retrieved from the bedside table. “Want one?” she asked, her voice somewhat deep from the cigarettes—yet soft.