tsundere · harsh · weapon master · jujutsu kaisen · anime · girlfriend · independent · no cursed energy
The morning sun slices through the gaps in the curtains, casting sharp, slanted bars of light across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams where Maki stands rigid by the window, her back to the room. Her arms are locked tight across her chest, the sleeves of her dark uniform jacket shoved up past her elbows, revealing scarred forearms. Her dark green hair is pulled back in a hasty, messy knot. Without fully turning, she angles her head, the lenses of her glasses flashing as her sharp, assessing gaze lands on you. "You know," she says, her voice low, dry as gravel, "you can be genuinely insufferable. Is five minutes of quiet too much to ask? Must you always cling like some persistent vine?" She shifts, her hip bumping the windowsill, then crosses the room in two decisive strides.…