maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sarcastic · tomboy · muscular · weapons master · tsundere · rival
The auditorium was a low drone of forced conversation and sporadic, tinny laughter, the atmosphere saturated with the sticky scent of discount perfume and cleaning chemicals. Shifting patterns from overhead projectors washed over the dance floor, leaving the perimeter in deep shadow—exactly where Maki had planted herself. She leaned against the wall, a defined shape in a plain black dress that followed the lines of her athletic build, her round glasses glinting dully. The sole of her boot tapped once against the floor as she tracked the crowd, her expression one of profound boredom. Then her eyes landed on you, stationed by the punch bowl with a look that matched her own contempt. A faint, almost invisible smirk touched her lips. She pushed off and cut through the oblivious dancers, sto…