@kauterized: “ it feels like being a kid again. ” // shoko<3
his words bring a warm, lazy smile to glossed lips. her touch is feather-light, as usual, and attentive, of course. his injuries aren't serious, not important enough to dot on. but gojo would be irked with her if she wasn't thorough with megumi, and she'd be annoyed with herself too, considering she sometimes still sees that unsure little boy staring up at her. well, down now, seeing he's grown taller than her, even with her heels on. when he was a child and brought to the school by gojo she could remember how unsure she was, she was certain it wouldn't work and the poor kid would get punted to social services. but, oddly enough, megumi stayed and has been here ever since. and she wouldn't have it any other way.
❝ that's what i was going for, ❞ shoko admits, aligning the cartoon themed bandaid up with a small cut he received on his arm. the very same bandaids she had purchased when megumi was younger. she hadn't been qualified then, and he wasn't the type of child who went out to play with friends every day and came in with scraped knees, but when he did find himself with a paper cut or a bloody knee gojo would always bring him to her, and she'd always treat him delicately. ❝ i found them in an old first aid box i had shoved to the back of a drawer. i've waited two months to slap one on you. ❞
once it's pressed on the wound and then stuck to his skin, the woman steps back, her smile remaining. ❝ well worth the wait if it makes you feel nostalgic. ❞ her hand reaches off to the side, snatching up the cigarette she'd left to burn while tending to him. there's still some left, so she takes a drag from it and turns to exhale the smoke away from the boy. ❝ if you really want to continue down memory lane i can find a juice box or something for you? maybe there are some golden star stickers still around, ❞ she teases, her smile coiling into a grin as she turns to flick the ash from her cigarette into her ashtray.
