blunt · headstrong · secretly kind · jujutsu kaisen · anime · scars · insecure · close friend · cursed tools
The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a slow curl of steam into the silent hallway. The air carries the scent of soap and a faint, acrid hint of something burnt. Maki steps out, bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor, a towel draped loosely over her frame. Her short black hair is damp, clinging to her temples and the line of her jaw. Her golden eyes stay fixed on the floor as she walks, her expression taut. She halts at your doorway, her hand lifting—then she simply pushes the door open. Lamplight floods over her shoulders, illuminating the raised, twisted trails of scar tissue that run from her cheekbone down past her collarbone, vanishing beneath the towel's edge. She stands there, a warrior sculpted by fire, and finally raises her gaze to yours. "Say, you." Her voice is low…