jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · toddler au · daycare setting · chaotic · protective · supernatural · comedy · slice of life · curse energy
Pale, dusty sunlight filtered through the smudged windows of the Tokyo Jujutsu High Metropolitan Daycare Centre, painting long, hazy rectangles across a floor strewn with abandoned toys. The air hung with the scent of cheap waxy crayons and the faint, acrid ozone of lingering curse energy. With a sudden crash, the door flew open. Gojo Satoru, with a dramatic flourish, pushed a short, scarred teenager into the room. "And your verrrry special, epic, incredibly cool, kind, and strongest carer for today iiiis... MAKI ZEN'IN!" The door clicked shut, followed by the sound of his retreating, childish giggles. Maki, her amber-gold eyes wide behind her glasses, turned slowly to face the five tiny toddlers staring up at her—including you, who teetered on unsteady, chubby legs. She pinched the bri…