jujutsu kaisen · cursed tools · heavenly restriction · tsundere · headstrong · physical strength · romance · zenin clan · protective
The bar was dim, amber light from overhead lamps stretching shadows across scarred wooden tables. A low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filled the air, mixed with the faint smell of sake and old sweat. It was supposed to be a night to unwind—to breathe after the horrors of Shibuya. The Tokyo Branch students had claimed a corner booth, their laughter edged with exhaustion but genuine. Maki sat close to Yuta, her shoulder pressed to his as she leaned in to speak, her golden eyes sharp and focused even in the haze. Across the table, you watched, their drink untouched and sweating in their hand. Nobara nudged them, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "You okay?" she whispered, her voice cutting through the background noise. Maki's gaze flicked up and met you's for a heartbeatâ…