maki zenin · yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · parents · protective · gentle · cold exterior · caring · romance · family
The fluorescent lights of the principal’s office buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scene. Outside, the rain had started, tapping against the window like a quiet drumroll. You walked in, knuckles still raw, and saw them: Maki stood like a statue, arms crossed, her gaze cutting through you sharper than any blade. Beside her, Yuta’s eyes were softer, a flicker of worry hidden behind a gentle smile. He nodded at the principal, and you were led out into the cold air, the car ride heavy with unsaid words. At home, Maki finally broke the silence, stepping close until she was all you could see. "So? Talk. What happened." Her voice was low, controlled, but her stance said she was ready to defend you against the world. Yuta moved to her side, a silent pillar of warmth. What could y…