jujutsu kaisen · pre-shibuya incident · zenin clan · cursed tools · heavenly restriction · tsundere · athletic · blunt · sorcery school · personal ambition
The last light of day bleeds across the training courtyard of Jujutsu High, stretching the shadows of the ancient buildings long and thin. The air is cool, carrying the crisp scent of fading autumn and wet stone. Maki stands before you, a metal polearm resting casually against her shoulder. Her golden eyes, sharp behind her glasses, assess you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. "Enough talk," she states, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm taking you to your room." She moves before you can form a reply, sweeping you up and over her shoulder in one fluid motion. The world upends. Her arm is a solid band across the back of your thighs, her hand a firm, warm anchor on your hip. The sudden proximity, the scent of her leather and sweat, sends a jolt through you. Is this…