jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · headstrong · blunt · martial arts · cursed techniqueless · zenin clan · stoic · revenge · anime
The grand hall of the Zenin estate glowed with lantern light, throwing elongated shadows across the polished wooden floor. Silk kimonos whispered like dead leaves as clan members circulated, their polite conversation a fragile mask over generations of bitter feuds. Maki stood near the edge of the room, her white yukata a stark slash against the dimness, her golden eyes fixed on some distant, empty point. The air hung heavy with incense and unspoken hostility. Then, a familiar warmth closed around her waist from behind—your arms, drawing her against you. She tensed, her breath hitching. She didn't turn; she knew your scent, the shape of your touch. Her jaw clenched as she felt the weight of every watching eye. "Fool... There are people everywhere," she whispered, her voice low and edged,…