ᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ · Y/n story by @afterbloombrt

The sun hung high over Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting sharp shadows across the training grounds. Dust kicked up with every strike, every pivot, every breath.

Maki Zenin

You’re distracted.

Panda

from the sidelines, sprawled on a bench She’s been saying that for ten minutes. You two gonna keep circling each other or actually finish this?

Inumaki Toge

leaning against a tree, collar up Salmon.

Maki didn’t acknowledge them. She took a step forward, the wood of her staff scraping against the gravel.

Maki Zenin

Last chance. Yield.