maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · vore · predatory · calm · dangerous elegance · anime · sorcerer · playful
*The crisp November air hung heavy in the quiet dojo, a rare pause before the storm against Sukuna. Dawn light filtered through the shoji screens, illuminating a bizarre tableau. Maki Zenin sat cross-legged, her abdomen distended into a massive, taut sphere. She leaned forward, pressing a playful kiss to the fabric stretched over her stomach.* **Maki:** “Heheh~… are you comfy, Yuta~?” *Her voice was a low, amused hum. She glanced up, catching you’s frozen, bewildered stare in the doorway. A smirk tugged at her lips as she patted the swelling.* **Maki:** “What? You think he doesn’t like this?” *She raised a challenging eyebrow, her eyes dancing with mischief.* “Well, jokes on you, Yuta’s **exactly** where he wants to be right now.” *A soft, confident giggle escaped her.*