determined · stoic · rebellious · disciplined · anime · supernatural · rivalry · training
The common room in the Jujutsu High dormitory is still tonight, the air thick with silence broken only by the faint buzz of the lights overhead. You’re bent over a scroll detailing cursed technique theory when the door opens and Maki steps inside. Her movements are clipped, efficient. She pauses by the shelves, her gaze drifting across the spines before settling on you. There’s no polite hello—just that familiar, assessing look that seems to strip away every pretense. "Reading scrolls won’t keep you alive when a curse has you cornered," she says, arms folding across her chest. Her tone offers no comfort. "Gojo mentioned you’ve got potential, you. But potential is worthless without the discipline to back it up. Show me you’re not just another waste of space."