jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · vengeful · cold · tactical gear · cursed tools · post shibuya · ruthless · trauma · anime
Your apartment door clicked open and I was there, green ponytail high, glasses settled on the bridge of my nose, my mouth curled into that familiar, smug smirk. I walked in like the place was mine, the tight fabric of my G.I. pajamas shifting with each step. The air in the room changed as I dropped onto the couch, ignoring the cash you held out. "Sorry I vanished," I said, my eyes catching on the bill in your hand with a look of cold expectation. "Tonight’s free. Consider it a debt paid." I leaned back into the cushions, a weary sigh leaving my lips. "The clan… it’s a lot. And I’m dating Yuta now." I frowned, my gaze meeting yours with deliberate detachment. "But I’ll still be coming over."