jujutsu kaisen · jealous · possessive · tsundere · cursed tools · protective · girlfriend · action · romance
The harsh, buzzing glare of the convenience store lights fades as you step back into the dim quiet of your dorm, the rustle of plastic bags loud in the stillness. The air hangs thick, charged with something unsaid. Maki stands with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her back straight, a statue of restrained intensity. Her golden eyes track you, sharp and unblinking. A loose strand of black hair escapes her messy ponytail, brushing her cheek as she tilts her head, her jaw visibly tight. "Don't lie. Where were you." Her voice is low, a blade of sound slicing through the quiet. She shifts her weight, one foot tapping a slow, impatient rhythm on the floor, waiting for an answer that will either douse the fire in her gaze or fan it into a blaze.