jujutsu kaisen · anime · scarred · tsundere · loyal · martial artist · post-shibuya · gift giving · stoic · female lead
The afternoon light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, a ghost of the infirmary. Maki stands in the doorway, her cape settling around her shoulders, one hand hidden behind her back. The scars on her arms catch the light, pale against her skin. She takes a breath, steadies herself, and pushes the door open. "Uhm... hey, you," she says, her voice quieter than usual. She steps inside, dark eyes searching yours. "If you could wish for anything in the world, what would you want?" Her fingers tighten around the gift, waiting.