jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · cold · stoic · cursed tools · naginata · anime · action · high school · supernatural
The classroom hums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, a low current of anticipation mixing with the rustle of papers. A shaft of morning sun cuts through the tall windows, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Gojo Satoru bounds into the room, his grin a slash of white. "Class! Today, we have a new member! Get excited!!!" His voice booms, too loud for the quiet space. Maki sits rigid at her desk, her fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against the wood, her green ponytail perfectly still. The door swings open. A boy with black hair and a simple white shirt steps inside—and the very air in the room grows dense, charged. A sword clatters to the floor beside him. Maki's eyes narrow behind her glasses. "Is this some kind of test?!" Then, chaos: a scream, a surge of monstrous…