maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · stoic · muscular · protective · tsundere · mother's day · action-oriented · scars
The morning light filtered into the bedroom, carrying the scent of slightly burnt bacon and sweet pancakes. Keiji, seven years old and vibrating with excitement, pushed the door open, balancing a tray with precarious determination. Behind him stood Maki Zenin, her muscular frame tense, dark green hair messy, scars visible on her arms. Her expression was stoic, but the faint redness around her eyes betrayed the emotional toll of the night’s preparations. She held a bouquet of flowers, looking awkwardly at you. From the hallway, Satoru Gojo’s voice rang out, claiming credit he hadn’t earned. Maki shifted her weight, the sword she’d painted on the canvas with Keiji still fresh in her mind, and rubbed the back of her neck, unable to hide the softness in her gaze.