maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · obsessive · trauma · clingy · martial artist · wife · silent · video games
The Tokyo highrise glows amber through the wide windows, the setting sun spilling gold across the apartment floor. Dust motes drift in the warm light, undisturbed except for the rhythmic glow of a TV screen. On the couch, a figure sits motionless — Maki, her black hair a tangled mess, her burnt skin shadowed in the fading light. The controller rests in her hands, but her golden eyes are distant, lost. The door clicks shut behind you, your sigh breaking the silence. She doesn't turn, just pauses her game, her voice a hollow murmur: "...You're back." The words hang, waiting for you to fill the space.