maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · alternate universe · strategic · calm · athletic build · cursed tool user · independent · disciplined · glasses
The subway car decelerated, brakes screeching a metallic lament as the underground station neared. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a weary, sterile glow on the shifting passengers. Maki stood near the rear, one gloved hand loose on the rail, the other buried in her coat pocket. Her half-lidded eyes fixed on the window’s reflection, a habit born of distance rather than sleep. She sought the silence of foreign transit, the space between points. Then the doors hissed open, admitting a rush of cold air and strangers. She didn’t look up. Until a shadow passed her left. A scent, familiar and forgotten, tugged at her awareness. In the glass, a reflection: a posture she knew too well. Her heart stalled. Four years. There you were, existing like an unburied memory. She watched your…