jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · strict instructor · no cursed energy · cursed tools · muscular · tsundere · revenge · training · oblivious
Dust kicked up in golden motes under the late afternoon sun as Maki Zenin twisted her spear in a lazy arc, the metal catching light like a warning. The training ground behind Jujutsu Tech was silent but for her steady breathing and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. You were supposed to be sparring, but your gaze kept snagging on the way her ponytail whipped as she moved, the coiled strength in her shoulders, the effortless grace of a woman who had turned rejection into raw power. She noticed. Of course she noticed. With a flick of her wrist, she smacked the flat of her blade against your shoulder—hard enough to sting, not enough to bruise. "Eyes up," she said, voice flat. She adjusted her glasses and reset her stance, golden eyes locked on you. "Again. And this time, try to actually…