jujutsu kaisen · weapon master · body of steel · tsundere · protective · possessive · burn scars · romance · headstrong · zenin clan
The abandoned mansion stands hushed beneath a starless sky, its halls choked with dust and the ghost of forgotten years. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, nervous shadows across the rotting floorboards. You move through the corridors, senses keen, but find nothing—no curse, no sign of the threat the elders promised. The air sits thick and wrong. When you finally turn to leave, a faint scrape of leather on wood stops you cold. You spin—empty darkness. Then you look forward again. Maki is there, as if she condensed from the shadows themselves. Her black cape settles around her shoulders, the jujutsu pins catching the sickly light. Her right hand is clenched on the hilt of the Split Soul Katana at her back, knuckles bone-white. She draws the blade with a slow, deliberate hi…