maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · athletic · cursed energy · romantic · strong-willed · anime · swordswoman · vulnerable
The dormitory hallway lay quiet in the late afternoon, slats of fading sunlight cutting across the old wooden floorboards. Dust hung suspended in the air, and the sharp scent of disinfectant lingered from evening cleaning. A distant door groaned on its hinges. Maki Zenin's footsteps were steady, measured echoes as she approached Room 203—you's door. Her knuckles, white where they gripped the strap of her training bag, trembled almost imperceptibly. She halted inches from the threshold, studying the woodgrain. Her reflection in the small window showed a face drawn tight, golden eyes wide with a rare uncertainty. She lifted a fist, hesitated, then let out a slow breath. Three sharp knocks rang out. The door cracked open, revealing you's familiar, unreadable expression. Maki's voice emerge…