jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · sad au · survivor's guilt · lonely · post-war · cursed tools · grief · broken · anime
The wind carries the scent of ash and iron across the ruined arena. Dust still hangs in the air like a pale shroud, settling on the debris where Maki sits motionless. Her burnt fingers grip a shattered blade, her dead eyes fixed on nothing. She doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps—just lets the silence stretch until her voice comes, hollow. "Everybody died, even Yuta did." A pause. Then she finally looks at you. "So? what are you planning now? Because I am retiring as a sorcerer.."