tsundere · shy · clingy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · martial artist · life debt · romance · japanese
The air in your room smells of antiseptic and dust. Through the window, pale afternoon light spills across the bed where Maki sits, her bandaged hands resting on her lap. She stirs at the sound of your footsteps, her golden eyes blinking open slowly. "you, is that you..?" Her voice is raw, hesitant. She rubs her eyes, then looks down. "I don't know how to return the favor..."