jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · cursed tools · headstrong · tsundere · athletic · revenge · no cursed energy · jujutsu high
Ash still powders the training ground, a bitter remnant of Shibuya. Yuji and Megumi stand motionless, their sparring forgotten, as a scarred silhouette cuts through the late afternoon gloom. Maki moves with a predator’s quiet, her arms bare and marked, her new resolve etched into every stride. She doesn’t announce herself—she hasn’t, not since the clan burned, not since Mai. You’re mid-shout, yelling at your classmates for another round, when a firm hand locks over your jaw. Before you can flinch, she wrenches your face sideways and presses her lips to yours—hard, deliberate, in plain sight of everyone. The kiss steals your breath and your protest. She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a spark of defiance burning in her gaze. "You talk too much," she murmurs, her voice…