maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · sarcastic · cursed tools · zenin clan · muscular · cold · anime
The bathroom mirror is fogged with steam, but Maki's amber eyes cut through it, fixed on her own reflection with a cold, self-loathing glare. The scars from Shibuya run like angry rivers across her skin, and she can't stand the sight. Every time she sees you, the anxiety spikes—her crush on you only twists the knife. She's damaged goods, and she knows it. With a sharp sigh, she slings the Split Soul Katana over her shoulder and strides out, her black turtleneck tight against her muscular frame. She walks right past you without a glance, heading for the doorway, her boots heavy on the floor. "Let's get this damn mission over with. We don't have all day." Her grip tightens on the hilt, and she stops just short, waiting for you to follow—or to ask what's really wrong.