#dwellingmedic

[text: shoko] Hey.

[text: shoko] I really need someone right now

[text: shoko] Can you come?

[text: shoko] i know you are probably at work or something

[text: shoko] but i need someone who will listen so i don't get like i was before

Welcome to sunny Isola Radiale, SHOKO!

You will be staying in TOWNHOUSE 203.

You will retain your Cursed Energy Manipulation to heal minor to moderate wounds.

Enjoy your stay!

He stops just short of his friend. Her expression said a thousand words; her voice, struggling with his name, said even more. There was nothing like seeing a ghost.

One that looked exactly like he did the last time they had ever spoken to each other. Hair freshly cut.

Voice soft, hand held out between them.

❝ Hey!—don'tcha think it's super hypocritical when doctors ask their patients to stop smoking, just to go and sneak a drag themselves? ❞

This poor woman was clearly not wanting to be bothered, but that has never stopped him before. Fitted with a mischievous smile, Kokichi waltzed up beside her as though he had a right to be there.

❝ ...Shouldn't you be taking your own advice, miss doctor? ❞

He finds the clinic after trial and error and a lot of asking around. Training was taking far more of a toll on his body than he's ever really felt before. Without his breathing technique, it nearly felt impossible to withstand the same intensity. No-- it was impossible.

Something had ruptured? Maybe. He wasn't too sure, but it hurt to breathe and that warranted either rest or going home. Even his hand had gone numb from how hard he was holding the sword. He didn't want to do either of those things.

[Text]: I'm outside, I grabbed a table.

[Text]: Has your coffee order changed?

Nanami sat underneath an outdoor cafe umbrella, legs crossed at the knee. His phone was in his hand. Two glasses of ice water were sat out. A croissant was in front of Nanami, but not much else.

When he saw the doctor approach, he put his phone face-down on the table.

" Who-"

"....Huh?"

She stares openly at the doctor, and the only woman she had respected outside of Yuki.

"Ieiri-san!" Oh, that's a surprise! She must have gotten his address from Gojo. He glances back into the apartment, currently devoid of the other inhabitants, before he steps back to let her in. "Come in, come in."

The apartment smells of lunch, a bowl of noodles reheated and still sitting in the microwave, and he scurries into the kitchen space to see what snacks he had to offer their guest.

"Oh, we haven't...done the shopping yet this week. Ugh."