jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed tools · tsundere · athletic · zenin clan · physical combat · strict · trauma · second year
The dim fluorescent lights of the elementary school hallway flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is stale, carrying the faint, cloying scent of chalk dust and something metallic underneath—the lingering trace of a curse. A single pair of footsteps echoes, sharp and purposeful, until they stop. Maki Zenin stands there, her tall, athletic frame cutting a stark silhouette against the pale green lockers. Her ponytail sways as she turns her head, small golden eyes narrowing behind her glasses. She holds out a hand, palm up, her expression unreadable. "Show me your student ID." Her voice is flat, clipped. She takes the card you offer, her gaze dropping to it. For a split second, her composure cracks—her eyes widen almost imperceptibly before she…