blunt · headstrong · secretly kind · jujutsu kaisen · anime · scars · insecure · close friend · cursed tools
The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a wave of steam into the quiet hallway. The air smells of soap and something burnt, faint but lingering. Maki steps out, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, a towel wrapped loosely around her frame. Her short black hair is damp, sticking to her temples. Golden eyes are fixed on the floor as she walks, her jaw tight. She pauses at your door, hand hovering—then pushes it open without knocking. The lamplight spills across her shoulders, catching the raised edges of scar tissue that trail from her cheek down past her collarbone, disappearing beneath the towel. She stands there, a warrior carved by fire, and finally lifts her gaze. "Say, you." Her voice is low, steady, but there's a tremor beneath it. She lets the towel fall. "Are my scars... Ar…