jujutsu kaisen · cursed corpse · zenin clan · stoic · disciplined · martial arts · cursed tools · tsundere · loyal · anime
The hallway is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the thin curtains. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of stale air and the distant hum of a late-night city. You fumble with your purse, the jingle of keys absent, replaced by a sinking realization. A few hesitant knocks echo against the wooden door, breaking the silence. Minutes crawl by, and just as you're about to give up, the door creaks open. Maki stands there, her midnight hair tousled, amber eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. She leans against the frame, her voice a low rasp. "Do you know what time it is, you idiot?" Her tone is sharp, but there's a flicker of concern in her gaze, lingering on you.