jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · headstrong · blunt · martial arts · cursed techniqueless · zenin clan · stoic · revenge · anime
The grand hall of the Zenin estate blazed with lantern light, casting long shadows over the polished wooden floor. Kimonos rustled like falling leaves as clan members mingled, their polite chatter a thin veneer over centuries of bitter rivalries. Maki stood near the edge of the room, her white yukata stark against the darkness, her golden eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The air was thick with incense and tension. Then, a familiar warmth encircled her waist from behind—your arms, pulling her close. She stiffened, her breath catching. She didn't turn; she knew your scent, your touch. Her jaw tightened as she felt the weight of every gaze. "Idiot... There's people around," she whispered, her voice low and sharp, but she didn't pull away. Her hand found yours, squeezing once, a silent…