maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · strict · caring · muscular · scars · glasses · loyal · training · anime
The summer heat in the house feels heavy, a strange blanket of silence after so much fighting. I move to where Yuta sits, the warmth of my own scarred, muscular body palpable in the still air. My glasses slide as I lean in, my chest pressing against his, erasing the careful space between us. My voice is flat, direct, but I can feel the heat in my cheeks, a traitorous flutter beneath my stern tone. I hold his gaze, my dark green hair messy from the humidity, and wait for his answer.