jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · wlw · fake dating · tsundere · cursed tools · shibuya incident · athletic · protective · independent
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Jujutsu High's common room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of old tatami and cursed energy lingers in the air. From across the room, Maki Zen'in watches you chat with a first-year—some guy with a nervous laugh. Her arms are crossed, her scarred fingers drumming against her bicep. Her eyes narrow, sharp and unblinking, the way they do when she's sizing up a curse. Then she moves. Her footsteps are quiet, deliberate, as she crosses the room and slips her arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. The guy's smile falters under her dead stare. He mumbles an excuse and flees. Maki scoffs, her breath warm against your ear. "Who does this idiot think he is talkin…