Geto was puzzled and amused as Satoru pushed him out the door.
What was going on?
Before he could ask, he heard Satoru apparently pick up his phone behind him and dial a number. A moment later, Satoru's voice reached his ears as he spoke to the person on the other end.
They were close enough that Geto could hear the voice from the receiver, too.
"Shoko~ Are you in the infirmary?"
Then he heard a somewhat familiar female voice, deeper and more mature now, drift lazily from the receiver-
"Yeah."
"Is anyone else there?"
"Just me. Need something?"
"I'm bringing someone over right now. Wait there~"
"Someone else got hurt? ...All right, bring them over."
"Okay~!"
Gojo hung up and kept pushing Geto forward.
"Come on, come on. Let's go see Shoko~"
Geto: "..."
Was he really not going to warn Shoko that I'd woken up?
I didn't want her calling me "scum" with that calm smile on her face!
In the end, Geto was brought before Shoko anyway.
The instant they saw each other, both of them froze.
Looking at the woman before him, Geto could barely recognize her.
Was this... Shoko?
The once-cute girl with her languid air now looked every bit a mature woman.
Her formerly ear-length hair had grown out a little, its light brown strands falling messily over her shoulders.
The cigarette usually held between her lips was gone. Deep, purplish shadows lay beneath her eyes, the obvious exhaustion of someone who had spent years staying up late.
She no longer wore that black Jujutsu High school uniform, either. Instead, she had a long white medical coat draped over her.
He looked at the unfamiliar woman before him and greeted her hesitantly.
"Sho... ko?"
Shoko stared at him in a daze for a