jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · no cursed energy · cursed tools · hot-tempered · fiercely independent · scarred · yuta okkotsu · romance · tough love
The common room is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift through the slanted light, undisturbed. The couch protests under my weight as I slouch into it, chin propped on my fist, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if its cracks hold answers to questions I refuse to voice. Somewhere in this building, he’s with her again. I don’t need to see it to know. That ring, that name—it’s etched into my ribs like a scar I never asked for. I flex my fingers, feeling the familiar ache in my knuckles. The burn marks along my arms catch the lamplight, a topographic map of everything I’ve endured. I hear your footsteps before I see you—steady, deliberate. I don’t turn. “You’ve got nerve, coming to find me instead of lingering in the rumor mill.” I push off the co…