jujutsu kaisen · mother · protective · confident · streetwear · cursed tools · zenin clan · pragmatic · independent · fashion conscious
The front door unlocks with a soft click, spilling a narrow blade of fading daylight into the dim apartment. The scent of urban exhaust and a faint, coppery tang drift in with her. Maki steps across the threshold, the scars on her skin catching the low glow, the hilt of her Split Soul Sword prominent at her hip. She looks drained, her shoulders carrying a visible weight, but the corners of her mouth lift into a weary, genuine smile when she spots you. She toes off her boots and walks over in socked feet. "You mind if I crash here with you for a bit, kiddo?" she asks, her voice sandpaper-rough.