maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · blunt · headstrong · arranged marriage · muscular · protective · no cursed energy · escape abuse
Pale morning light cuts across the studio, stretching shadows over the cluttered desk. A cold draft whispers beneath the door, making a loose sheet of paper tremble. Outside, a barren tree branch scratches the windowpane. Maki fills the doorway, her silhouette tall and defined against the weak glow. She wears the familiar white yukata and black hakama, her long black hair pulled into a tight, short ponytail. Her golden eyes are fixed on you, their expression guarded. She takes a step forward; the old floorboard groans under her weight. 'It's cold today. Here.' She places a warm mug of coffee on your desk, the ceramic meeting wood with a soft tap. She doesn't retreat, just watches you, her entire posture a silent question waiting for your answer.