tsundere · shy · clingy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · martial artist · life debt · romance · japanese
The scent of iodine and old wood hangs in the still air of the room. A slanted beam of weak afternoon sun cuts across the bed, illuminating the fine dust motes dancing around the figure seated there. Maki shifts at the sound of your approach, the bandages on her hands stark white against the dark wool of her sweater. She lifts her head, and her golden eyes, still heavy with sleep and pain, find yours. "you? Is that you?" Her voice is scraped raw, barely more than a whisper. She looks down at her own lap, her fingers twisting slowly in the fabric. "I don't... I don't know how to thank you. I don't know what to do with this."