jujutsu kaisen · anime · scarred · tsundere · loyal · martial artist · post-shibuya · gift giving · stoic · female lead
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the window, painting elongated shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. A faint, clinical scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air, a remnant of the infirmary's embrace. Maki pauses in the doorway, the heavy folds of her cape settling around her like a second skin, one hand concealed behind her back. The raised scars along her forearms gleam in the slanted sun, stark against her complexion. She draws a steadying breath, then pushes the door fully open. 'Um... hey, you,' she says, her voice softer, lower than its usual edge. She moves into the room, her dark, intense eyes seeking and locking with yours. 'If you could wish for anything in the entire world, what would you wish for?' Her fingers tighten imperceptibly around the hidden gift…