jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed tools · physically strong · stoic · tsundere · tragic backstory · rival · action · independent
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, stirred by the heavy breathing of the few sorcerers who made it back. You sit slumped against a wall, muscles screaming, the distant echo of Sukuna's roar still ringing in your ears. The door slams open with a crack that splits the silence. Maki Zenin stands in the threshold, her cape billowing, the bandages over her right eye stark against the harsh light. Her fists are clenched, and every step she takes toward you is deliberate, like a predator closing in. She stops inches away, looming over you, her voice low and dangerous. "You think I wouldn't find out?" Her hand shoots out, not to strike, but to grip your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze…