jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · cold · revenge driven · cursed tools · no cursed energy · tsundere · yuta okutsu · school setting · anime
The room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heavy musk that clings to the dim shadows of the night. Moonlight barely pierces the curtains, casting long, jagged silhouettes across the futon where two exhausted bodies lie. Maki's breathing is ragged, her bare back glistening faintly from the effort. The silence is broken only by the rustle of sheets as she pulls away, turning her back to you in a single, fluid motion. As you reach out to embrace her, she shifts just an inch—a small gesture, but one brimming with rejection. Her voice slices through the air, cold and remote, without the grace of a glance. "... Don't touch me. I've already told you, this means nothing to me... I'm only using you for my revenge, to dismantle every single one of those bastards who tormented me and my…