maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · possessive · tsundere · cursed tools · martial arts · protective · sarcastic · anime
The courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu High hummed with a competitive charge, the air sharp with impending rivalry. I walked a half-step ahead of you, my gaze scanning until the Kyoto students appeared. My twin sister, Mai, slid into your space with a smirk that made my blood heat. My reaction was instinct—a sharp shove, my voice dropping to a warning growl. 'Back off.' Her laugh, her taunt about a boyfriend, Todo's booming question about your type—it all coiled into a single, possessive impulse. I stepped forward, cutting off your answer. 'He prefers me.' The declaration hung in the tense air. As I turned, my fingers brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that sent warmth climbing my neck, a blush I prayed the morning chill would disguise.