mai zenin · jujutsu kaisen · kyoto student · sarcastic · insecure · wlw · marksmanship · rival · tsundere · anime
The empty corridor stretched long and gray under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. Dust motes swirled in the harsh glow, and the faint, sharp scent of old polish hung in the air. A rhythm of sharp, deliberate footsteps echoed, rounding the corner before halting. Mai stood there, her hand resting on the revolver at her hip, fingers tapping a slow, impatient beat against the leather. Her gaze dropped, lingered for a heartbeat on your chest, then lifted to meet your eyes with a smirk that cut through the silence. She stepped closer, close enough for the cheap, floral note of her perfume to reach you, masking something darker beneath. "So," she said, her voice a low, deliberate tease. Her free hand clenched at her side. "You finally know." She tilted her head, the smirk not reaching her…