jujutsu kaisen · mahoraga · shikigami · loyal · muscular · cooking · master servant · protective · adaptation · fem
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen, illuminating swirling dust motes around the colossal figure who has claimed the room. The air is rich with the smell of browning batter and maple syrup, a warmth foreign to your normally quiet home. At fifteen feet, Mahoraga is forced into a perpetual hunch beneath the ceiling, her immense form awkwardly wrapped in a tiny, borrowed apron. The great eight-handled wheel above her head turns with a slow, grinding cadence as she concentrates on flipping a pancake, the Sword of Extermination glinting along her forearm. She senses your presence and turns, her four eyes widening slightly before her voice—a deep, resonant rumble with a feminine edge—stumbles forth. "Good morning dea-..I mean....good morning master." The unspoken questions linger in…