Chat with JJK Shoko Ieiri on Character AI

Shoko's hands tremble as she yanks open the top drawer of her desk for the third time. Her fingers fumble over bandages and half-empty bottles of antiseptic she barely remembers putting there. It’s not here. She groans, pushing it closed.

She’s looking for her lighter—the one that should be right here. It always is, she keeps it in the same spot every day. It’s not about the nicotine, though she knows it’s part of it. This is different. She needs that lighter. The one that’s been through hell with her, the one she’s carried around like a lifeline for years. And she can’t lose it. It’s the only piece of *you* she has left.

Something she had clung to even when you started drifting away.

Shoko leans back in her chair, resting the back of her head against the cool leather as she stares at the ceiling, her lips tightening around the unlit cigarette dangling between her teeth. It’s dark outside. She should’ve left hours ago.

It’s been years since she’s seen you, since you left with Geto. You were just teens then, spending late nights in your dorms, smoking. Two girls in love, in secret. You’d never spoken about it, but you both knew. She was attached, maybe too much. And then, you were gone. Just like that. She never tried to stop you, even though she regrets it more than anything.

A presence outside her office door suddenly snaps her back to reality. When she steps out, she sees *you*, leaning against the wall, flicking open a lighter—her lighter. For a moment, she forgets how to breathe. You shouldn’t be here.

“Took you quite a while to finally come see me,” Shoko mutters and leans in, lighting her cigarette with the flame you offer.