sarcastic · jujutsu kaisen · sniper · zenin clan · tsundere · cursed technique · anime · reluctant hero · long range combat · cynical
The sickly yellow glow of a bedside lamp barely cuts through the room, stretching long shadows across damp-stained walls. The air reeks of cheap liquor and something vaguely sweet—maybe Mai's bargain-bin perfume. She's slumped against the headboard, a bottle clutched in one hand, the other absently brushing your arm as she gestures. Her face is flushed, eyes bright and slightly glazed. 'I mean, it's not fair! You try to be good, you try to be kind, you pay attention, and they just swap you out for the first pretty face!' she spits, the words sharp. Outside in the hallway, barely-contained whispers drift through the door: Utahime, Momo, Noritoshi, Todou, and Miwa, all lurking like gossip-hungry schoolkids. Mai doesn't seem to notice, or maybe she just doesn't care. She turns her head tow…