12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

7 | Seven Swans-a-Swimming

Pairing: Ieiri Shoko x f!Reader

Prompt: You run into the last person you expected, in the most unexpected place over the holidays. How will things turn out?

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"So, what's it like being a hot shot doctor?" Your patient asks as you push them down the hall of the hospital in a wheelchair.

"Have you ever gone to see a movie that everyone said was the best thing to happen to mankind, and then your expectations are high so you end up disappointed?

"Movies nowadays have too many special effects," they wave their hands in the air as your pager beeps on your hip.

Quickly, you hand them over to a nurse and run down the hall towards the room you're being called to.

When someone's heart fails, they need everyone, and the first doctor to show up gets to run the room, which is incredibly exciting for an intern such as yourself.

You get to tell everyone what to do, make all of the important decisions, including if the patient lives or dies. It's crazy when you stop to think about it. Which unfortunately did.

So you take a turn, opposite of the patient's room and open the first door on the left to the medical supply closet.

You just started your internship in the ER, on Christmas no less, where there's no shortage of patients who've had heart attacks, strokes, cut themselves with knives or who have gotten into heated arguments and drunken fist fights with family members resulting in broken bones.

When you close the door to the closet and turn around you're met with beautiful brown eyes, chocolate colored hair and the smoke of a cigarette burning in her hand.

You yelp, having not expected to see anyone in this room, let alone her.

"Shouldn't you be out there, helping the patient?" Shoko asks, taking the last drag of her cigarette.

"Dr. Gojo and Dr. Geto were already in the room assisting," you mutter, mildly ashamed of your actions, now that you're being called out on it.

"Bunch of show offs," she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Um, should you be smoking here?" You wave your hand in your face, even though there's no smoke.

She points up, while putting out the cigarette, to a vent, "this is where I go when I need a quick break."

You nod, pursing your lips. Shoko is a few years older than you, and you met in medical school. Once she graduated, she broke your heart, but you knew going into the relationship that she would always put her work before you, that's just who she is.

But it didn't stop the sting each time she would cancel a date last minute to work a double, leaving you hanging, all dressed up and already out waiting for her to show up, several times a week.

The tension in the tiny room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. There were a lot of things said during your break up, and even more left unsaid since Shoko ran off to work in the middle of the argument. The two of you stopped all contact with each other that night.

Until now, where she stands so beautiful, and tall, even with tired eyes, smelling like cheap coffee and cigarettes.

And then her lips are on yours, or maybe yours are on hers. You're not entirely sure who made the first move but right now, it doesn't matter.

She sighs a breath of relief, and you slip your tongue into her mouth, tasting menthol from the cigarette and caramel from the coffee she must have had recently. There's also a hint of strawberry chapstick on her lips mixing and mingling with the other flavors making for an odd combination.