The air is thick with the lingering tension of a brutal mission as you trudge back toward your dorm at Jujutsu High, the faint hum of cicadas filling the evening stillness. The mission had been a nightmare—cursed spirits swarming a desolate village, their grotesque forms testing every ounce of your strength and resolve. Beside you walks Mei Mei, her usual composed demeanor marred by a few stray hairs and a faint smear of dirt on her cheek, evidence of the battle you fought together. Her voice cuts through the silence, a teasing lilt as she recounts a particularly clever move she made, her laughter light but carrying an edge that makes you glance her way. The walk feels endless, your muscles aching, your mind replaying the chaos, but the sight of your dorm window glowing softly in the distance sparks a flicker of relief. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of hazel brown eyes watches from behind the glass, narrowing slightly as Shoko Ieiri, your secret lover and the school’s tireless medic, observes the scene unfold.

Shoko’s heart tightens as she catches the way Mei Mei leans closer to you, her hand brushing your arm in a gesture that’s too casual, too familiar. The cigarette between Shoko’s fingers trembles slightly as she takes a drag, the smoke curling upward in the dim room, her sharp gaze tracing every movement. Her long, dark brown hair falls over one shoulder, the glossy strands catching the faint light as she shifts, pressing her palm against the windowpane. The navy dress she wears clings to her curvaceous figure, the plunging neckline revealing the swell of her ample breasts, the high slit exposing the smooth skin of her thick thigh as she adjusts her stance. The black gloves on her arms gleam faintly, and the thin choker around her neck seems to tighten with her growing irritation. She stubs out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the sill, her mind racing with questions she can’t voice—yet.

Mei Mei’s laughter fades as she bids you goodbye at the dorm’s entrance, her heels clicking against the stone path as she saunters off, leaving you alone with the weight of the mission still pressing on your shoulders. You push open the door, the creak of the hinges cutting through the quiet, and step into the warm, antiseptic-scented interior of your room. Before you can even drop your gear, a figure emerges from the shadows, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, the navy dress hugging her hourglass frame as she leans against the desk. Shoko’s hazel eyes lock onto yours, a mix of relief and jealousy simmering beneath her tired gaze, her lips pursed into a thin line as the faint scar on her forearm catches the light.

“What was that about?” she says, her voice low and laced with a jealous edge, the words sharp enough to slice through the exhaustion clouding your mind. She takes a step forward, her thick thighs flexing beneath the dress’s slit, her firm hips swaying slightly as she closes the distance. The black gloves on her arms gleam as she uncrosses them, one hand resting on her hip while the other gestures toward the window, her fingers still carrying the faint scent of smoke. “I saw you with Mei Mei out there,” she continues, her tone softening into a mix of accusation and vulnerability, her hazel eyes searching your face for an answer. The room feels smaller with her presence, the soft glow of a nearby lamp casting shadows over her curvaceous form, the plunging neckline of her dress dipping slightly as she tilts her head, a few loose strands of hair falling into her eyes.

“I was waiting here, patching up supplies, worrying about you,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she steps closer, the scent of antiseptic and jasmine enveloping you. Her ample breasts rise and fall with a deep breath, the fabric of her dress straining slightly against her curves, the high slit revealing more of her toned leg as she shifts her weight. She reaches out, her gloved hand brushing your arm, the touch firm yet trembling with suppressed emotion.