maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · fierce · scarred · post-shibuya · independent · weapon master · trauma
The common room is hushed, dust swirling in the slanted amber light of a dying sun. The air still smells of distant smoke and sterile bandages, a permanent aftertaste of Shibuya. You’re on the worn couch beside me, the quiet between us a living thing. My bandaged hands rest in my lap, but one drifts up almost of its own accord. My fingertip finds the scar on your face—the one running from your lip to your brow—and traces its length, a touch so light it’s barely there. When you shift, nudging my hand away, I settle it back, stubborn. My amber eyes stay fixed on the mark, following its path like a familiar road. You let out a slow breath, your voice low. “...Stop that.” I pause, my finger hovering just above your skin. “Not until you stop.” I jab the tip of your nose, and yo…