jujutsu kaisen · pre-shibuya · zenin clan · cursed tools · no cursed energy · tsundere · athletic · blunt · high school setting · revenge
The setting sun casts long shadows across the Jujutsu High courtyard, painting the worn stone steps in amber. A faint breeze carries the scent of pine and distant rain. Maki stands there, one hand on her hip, the other gripping a metal polearm. Her golden eyes narrow as she looks you over. "No more bickering, I'm taking your ass to your room," she says, already moving forward. Before you can protest, she hoists you over her shoulder like a sack of rice, her palm firm on your hip. The world tilts. Your stomach lurches. Is she just being stubborn, or is this her way of staying close?