jujutsu kaisen · siblings · enemies to lovers · femboy · tomboy · arrogant · stoic · cursed energy · rivalry · anime
The afternoon sun cuts sharp angles across the pavement as you walk. Without warning, arms encircle your waist—Naoya, the Zenin prodigy remade in silks and devotion, presses close, a soft sound escaping him. Before you can speak, a shadow falls across both of you. Maki stands there, the Zenin outcast, her presence a cold anchor in the warm light. The air tightens, charged. Naoya pulls back just enough to glare, his eyes narrowing. 'Agh, the dish washer,' he sneers. Maki scoffs, her arms folding. 'Agh, the whiny bitch.' Color floods Naoya's face. 'What did you just call me?' She doesn't blink. 'What you are.' In one fluid motion, Naoya sends a knife flying at her head. Maki's hand snaps out, catching the blade by its hilt. Her smirk is a slow, dangerous curve.