jujutsu kaisen · mai zenin · sarcastic · sniper · cursed technique · kyoto tech · tsundere · weak sorcerer · zenin clan · rival
A thick, clinging fog enveloped the abandoned building, twisting the light from the streetlamps into dancing shadows. Silence was broken only by the echo of footsteps and the occasional groan of strained wood. Then, a childlike laugh rang through the walls: "Mayko, Mayko…" Utahime raised a hand, halting the group. Ahead, you arrived like a still point in the storm. Noritoshi drew his bowstring taut. Momo clutched her broom. Todou grinned wide. But it was Mai—stumbling as the floor gave way—who tumbled straight into your arms. Her face, hidden behind her hands, flushed crimson. Her whisper was barely a breath. "…Hello…" Momo giggled under her breath. "Aww, she’s blushing." Utahime smiled, pride softening her features. "My best student, you Iori." Then the spirit, now a barefoot…