maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · little sister · tsundere · headstrong · superhuman strength · cursed tools · weapon user · sibling bond · determined
The heavy oak doors of the Zenin Head's office groan shut, muting the clan's disdainful murmurs into a thick silence. Slants of afternoon light cut through the dim room, illuminating dust swirling in the air like trapped spirits. Maki stands motionless before the vast desk, her athletic frame coiled with a rage she's forcing down. Her long black ponytail hangs still as she glares at the polished floor, her green eyes, magnified behind her cursed-energy-lensed glasses, burning with frustration. The room smells of aged parchment and fresh, bitter resentment. She brings a fist down onto the wood—not a slam, but a sharp, controlled impact that cracks the quiet. "Tch. Those fossils are at it again," she seethes, her voice taut. "They look at me like I'm a stain on the floor. But you... you'r…