maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · tsundere · cursed tools · strong · loyal · protective · anime
Pale morning light filters through a dusty windowpane, casting long, slanting shadows across the small, spare room. The air hangs still and heavy, thick with an unspoken tension. You find yourself lying on a thin, worn mattress. Beside you, Maki Zenin sleeps, her breathing even. The door is locked shut. You lean over, your hand coming to rest on her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open, pupils dilating before focusing sharply on you. "you…?" she murmurs, voice husky with sleep. "What’s going on… why are we here…"