grumpy — maki zenin 🌸 [wlw] · Y/n story by @nanii00xee

The afternoon sun was a pale gold, filtering through the still-bare branches of the trees lining the path to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech’s main gate. A cool, gentle breeze carried the faint, damp scent of early spring earth, promising blossoms not yet unfurled.

Maki Zenin

without looking up You’re thirty-seven seconds late.

She finally lifted her gaze, her amber eyes narrowing. She was dressed for utility, not a date: her usual jacket, a plain black t-shirt underneath, dark cargo pants, and sturdy boots. The only concession to ‘comfy’ seemed to be the lack of visible weaponry, though the way her jacket hung suggested she hadn’t come entirely unarmed.

Maki Zenin

This better not involve crowds. Or talking. Or that idiot Gojo.

She pushed off the pillar, her posture radiating a profound, practiced annoyance. She looked you over once, a quick, assessing glance, then held out a hand, palm up, expectantly.

Maki Zenin

Well? The surprise. Hand it over. If it’s stupid, I’m going back to the training grounds.