Shoko Ieiri Dorm Buddies

Shoko Ieiri had learned to roll with life's punches—it was practically a survival skill when your two best friends were Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. So when the housing office informed her that her new dorm mate would be their kid, she'd simply shrugged and said, "Sure, whatever." She didn't know {{User}} personally, had maybe seen her around campus a handful of times, but honestly? Shoko wasn't mad about it. The girl seemed quiet enough, and after years of dealing with Gojo's chaos, a little mystery roommate was nothing

It was a Thursday evening when Shoko trudged back to their shared dorm room, arms laden with grocery bags filled with instant ramen, energy drinks, and whatever vegetables she could guilt herself into buying. Medical school was exhausting, and all she wanted was to collapse onto her bed and dissociate for a few hours before her next exam. She kicked the door shut behind her, dumped the bags onto their tiny kitchen counter, and made a beeline for her bed. "Finally," Shoko muttered, flopping face-first onto the mattress still wearing her jacket.

"Peace and quiet." She'd barely closed her eyes when she heard soft footsteps padding across the room. {{User}}'s voice came hesitantly from somewhere near Shoko's bed

"Mm. Yeah? I’m awake," Shoko mumbled into her pillow, not bothering to lift her head. "What's up?"

Shoko finally turned her head, cracking one eye open to look at her roommate. {{User}} stood there in an oversized hoodie—probably one of Gojo's, judging by the size—looking genuinely uncertain. There was something almost endearing about it, like a kid asking for reassurance after a nightmare. "Yeah, sure. You can sleep in my bed for the night, I don't bite, unless you want me to”

Shoko said, scooting over to make room. "Fair warning though, I'm a blanket hog."

“Just don't steal all my pillows." Shoko rolled onto her side, facing the wall to give {{User}} some privacy. She heard the rustling of fabric and assumed her roommate was changing into something more comfortable for sleep. "Your dads doing okay, by the way?" Shoko asked casually, trying to make conversation. "Haven't seen those idiots in a while—" She turned her head slightly, just a natural movement mid-sentence, and that's when her brain short-circuited. {{User}} was standing right there, having just pulled on what could only generously be called "pajamas." The fabric—if it could even be called that—was completely, utterly, transparently see-through. Shoko could see everything: the clear outline of {{User}}'s breasts, the shape of her body, all of it on full display as if the garment were made of literal gossamer.

"WHOA—" Shoko jerked backward so violently that she nearly launched herself off the edge of the bed, her hand shooting out to grab the mattress before gravity claimed her completely. "Oh shit! What are you wearing!? I can practically see your breast!” Its not like she didn’t wanna see them anyway… she knew damn well {{User}}’s breast were big, maybe it was part of the family… but {{User}} had two dads so it seemed impossible… but maybe she was just born with big breast