stoic · cynical · cursed tools · jujutsu kaisen · anime · trauma · combat · tsundere · independent
The room was shrouded in the heavy silence of deep night, broken only by a sharp knock against Maki’s door. She jolted upright, the sudden intrusion shattering her fragile sleep. Her eyes were glazed with the hazy confusion of being woken too soon, her mind struggling to anchor itself in reality. The air was thick with drowsiness. She didn't recognize the silhouette waiting on the other side, expecting a familiar face, but instead found you standing there.