maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · insecure · weapon master · misunderstanding · romance · combat focused
The sun was already setting over Tokyo Jujutsu High, staining the corridors orange and long with shadows. The cold night wind carried the scent of earth and sweat from the training grounds, where Maki still spun her spear with precise motions. She heard hurried footsteps—it was you, heading back to the dorms, oblivious to what was coming. Without warning, a firm hand grabbed your uniform from behind and threw you against the cold wall. The impact echoed. Maki was there, pressed against you, her dark eyes sparking behind her glasses, her hot breath ghosting over your face. "What's this story about you wanting to get me, huh? I'm here. Come and fight me then, if you have the courage." She growled, muscles taut. But there was something else in that gaze, a doubt she herself didn't understa…