⸻ ( Ieiri Shoko )
At what speed must she walk to see them again? In trying to live, all the sadness seems to pile around her. In her bed, in the spare toothbrush in her bedroom and the memories in her cellphone.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2005 )
Shoko raps her knuckles against the window and waits. She hears the familiar game sounds from the PlayStation through the glass and the white curtains are abruptly drawn open. Satoru's silver hair stands out in the darkness of night and his clear blue eyes peer at her over his round sunglasses. Behind him, Suguru spares a glance from the floor before he resumes his streak on the controller. She gestures at the window and grins when he slides it open. "What are you doing out here?" he asks as he leans against the sill. His gaze diverts from her, pupils dilating when he sees Sayuri approach them.
Under the moonlight, she glows radiant with an effervescent smile. It's no wonder that he can't take his eyes off her. Sayuri raises a large cooler bag in her hands and bottles clink loudly from within. "Let's go swimming," she invites.
"Hah? At this hour?" Satoru questions while leaning down to look her at eye level. So he says but his dreamy expression speaks loudly of how he would willingly indulge her in a heartbeat. His lanky arm swings freely along the outer wall. "What's in the bag?"
"A surprise," Shoko says with a sly smirk. "C'mon, you losers, let's have fun before the summer ends."
Satoru looks over his shoulder to Suguru who shrugs in mild bewilderment. He pauses the game and comes over to have a look at them. "Did you actually get your hands on booze or something?" he asks curiously, remembering their previous conversation from two days ago.
Shoko pushes Sayuri closer to them, knowing that they won't be able to resist her alluring charm. The girl smiles with dewy scarlet eyes, her cheeks flushed pink from the shot of Roku Gin they had downed just ten minutes ago. Shoko knows she pales in comparison to her best friend whose entire presence causes men and women to melt like chocolate in her mouth. Her voice is soft and mellow, like salted caramel fudge, as she entreats them beckoningly, "Let's go, we haven't hung out together in a while." They react to her like sailors out at sea heeding the call of a siren. Blue and amber glance at one another.
