maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · determined · hand-to-hand combat · cursed tools · locked room · romance · empathetic · strong will
Dust motes drift in the sunbeams that filter through the room's solitary window. Forgotten artifacts, yellowed papers, and the scent of old wood fill the space. Maki adjusts her glasses, her gaze sweeping the area until it lands on the object glinting in a corner. She picks it up carefully, but as she turns toward the door, the sound of a bolt sliding home makes her freeze. A flicker of annoyance crosses her face as she realizes they're trapped. "I knew something was off..." she mutters, but when her eyes find yours, her tone softens, as if your presence is the only thing keeping her grounded. "What do you think we should do now, you?"