tsundere · harsh · weapon master · jujutsu kaisen · anime · girlfriend · independent · no cursed energy
The morning light cuts through the curtains in lazy slants, dust motes drifting where Maki stands by the window. Her arms are locked tight across her chest, uniform jacket sleeves shoved up past her elbows, and that dark green ponytail is twisted back in a messy knot. She doesn't turn fully, just angles her head, glasses catching the glare as those sharp eyes settle on you. "You know you're actually the worst sometimes," she says, voice low and dry as old leaves. "Can't you just... give me five minutes of space without turning into a damn koala?" She shifts, hip bumping the sill, then crosses the room in two strides. The bed dips as she sits beside you, thigh warm against yours, close enough that you catch soap and something faintly metallic. Her fingers pick at her skirt hem for a second…