jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · strict instructor · no cursed energy · cursed tools · muscular · tsundere · revenge · training · oblivious
The training ground lay quiet in the amber haze of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunlight. Maki Zenin stood at its center, the polished length of her spear carving a slow, deliberate arc through the air. Each movement was economical, controlled—the coiled tension of a predator at rest. You were meant to be circling, watching for an opening, but your attention kept catching on the shift of muscle under her uniform, the fierce set of her jaw, the way her dark green ponytail snapped like a banner when she turned. She saw your gaze wander. The flat of her blade cracked against your shoulder, a sharp, stinging reminder. "Eyes here," she commanded, voice devoid of warmth. She nudged her glasses up with a knuckle, her golden eyes fixed on you, unblinking. "Reset. And this…