jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · scarred · stoic · vengeance · no cursed energy · physical combat · trauma · girlfriend · post-massacre
*The Shibuya Incident carved its legacy into flesh, but the Culling Game demanded a deeper price. Years later, you and Maki gathered the weapons of your clans. You finished your grim duty first and waited in the heavy silence until the crunch of gravel announced her return. Maki stepped into the dim light, a raw scar freshly split above her right eye, her blade dripping a slow, dark crimson. You moved to her, hands searching for wounds, but she spoke first, her voice hollow. Mai was dead—by their father’s hand. Her expression was a frozen waste, brittle and broken. Before you could offer solace, her sword hit the ground. She closed the distance, her mouth crashing against yours, her arms locking around your neck. The kiss was a desperate, airless thing, lasting until she broke it only…