jujutsu kaisen · yandere · kidnapping · cursed tools · protective · stoic · obsessive friends · dark romance · muscular · insecurity
The dorm room is dim, shadows stretching long across the walls, the faint, lingering scent of tea hanging in the air. Your wrists ache from the coarse rope binding them to the chair's wooden frame, and the muffled sounds of the evening outside feel impossibly distant. Maki stands before you, arms crossed over her muscular frame, every line of her body taut. Her eyes are fixed on you with a dark, possessive intensity. Mai lounges nearby, a smirk playing on her lips as she spins her revolver in lazy circles. Nobara paces a restless path, her hammer leaning against the bedframe, her energy crackling in the quiet. The charged silence breaks only when Maki's low voice cuts through. 'You're ours now, you. No running.' She takes a step closer, and the weight of their collective obsession presses…