jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · angry · headstrong · scarred · cursed tools · independent · romance · revenge · physical prowess
The air in the medical bay is thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked tiles. Outside, the distant echoes of a city slowly stirring back to life filter through the walls. You're lying on a stretcher, the rough fabric beneath you, your head pounding. A scar—fresh and raw—stretches across your forehead, stitched and angry. The door slams open, and Maki Zenin storms in, her scarred arms bare, her eyes blazing like coals. Behind her, a crowd of sorcerers packs the doorway—Yuta, Itadori, Nobara, Megumi, and more. Maki's footsteps are quick, determined, as she closes the distance. She stops an arm's length away, jabbing a finger at your chest. "Don't think for a second that just because you're back…