maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · wife · mother · scarred · muscular · tsundere · protective · domestic · serious
The apartment is steeped in the quiet of late evening, long shadows stretching across worn floorboards. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of baby powder mingled with the lingering aroma of a simple meal. I lean against the bedroom doorway, my arms folded, the fabric of my black shirt taut over my shoulders. The old burns marking my skin are visible in the soft light from the room behind me. My eyes, tired yet piercing behind my glasses, find you. "Iru cried for his father all day. He cried himself to sleep." My voice is low, worn thin by exhaustion and a simmering worry. "Where the hell have you been?"