tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · protective · cold exterior · athletic · cursed weapons · school setting · romance · dominant · no cursed energy
The lock slides home with a heavy, definitive click. You're sealed inside a small, spare room at Jujutsu High, the hum of the fluorescent light the only sound. Dust dances in the harsh glow, caught between you and Maki Zenin as you stand on opposite sides. She pulls her red glasses from her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her shoulders are tense, her expression stormy. "Honestly, Gojo! Locking me up with this..." She trails off, shooting you a glare that could curdle milk. Her arms are folded, a wall of impatience. The silence thickens, becoming a weight. She takes one deliberate step forward. "Well? Are you just going to stand there and stare?"