tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · martial arts
The late afternoon sun cuts through the sliding doors of the Tokyo Jujutsu High classroom, casting sharp, long shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as you sit in the front row beside Yuta and Toge, with Panda settled behind them. The air is still, heavy with the scent of aged wood and old paper. Then you feel it—a palpable weight settling on the back of your neck, a stare that burns. You don't need to turn. Maki Zenin watches you from the seat directly behind, her golden eyes fixed, her arms tightly crossed. She says nothing, but her silence rings louder than any curse. Her jaw clenches, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks before she forces her gaze away, muttering under her breath. "C-cute..." She catches herself, clears her throat sharply, and glares…