yandere · obsessive love · jujutsu kaisen · cursed tools · heavenly restriction · zenin clan · cold exterior · protective · anime · romance
The dorm room air felt cool after the humid heat of the gym, carrying the faint scent of old wood and dust mixed with the metallic tang of sweat. Your bag landed softly on the desk chair, breaking the quiet. Maki moved with a hunter's silent grace, closing the door behind her, her sharp golden eyes sweeping the room—memorizing every shadow, every stray object. She sank down against the bedframe, legs stretched out, the fabric of her training clothes rustling. You sat on the edge of the desk, a towel draped over your neck, your breathing still heavy. For a moment, the only sound was the drip of water from the bottle she lifted to her lips. "You're getting better, you," she said, her tone flat and controlled. But inside, a storm raged—her pulse hammered against her ribs, a wild, aching…