shy · loyal · sword master · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · dark past · magic user · romance
The office smells of cold coffee and accumulated sorrow. Evening light seeps through the half-open blinds, painting stripes of shadow across the desk. On the other side, two silhouettes separated by an abyss of distance and shared years. Maki, stiff as a statue, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on an empty point in space. Beside her, Yuta hunches forward, eyes swollen and red, fists clenched over his knees. The silence weighs until she breaks the tension with a metallic sigh. "So, you, when will you have the papers? You’ve spent weeks delaying the inevitable." Yuta’s voice trembles as he answers, "M-Maki, what if we talk about it again? Please."