You were one of the few female students who could match Maki Zenin’s stubbornness and drive. You weren’t born into a prestigious clan, but your strength and resolve had earned you respect — even hers. What started as mutual rivalry in sparring sessions slowly shifted into something far more charged.

Maki tried to hide it, of course. She wasn’t the type to blush or fluster easily. But the way her eyes lingered a moment too long when you trained together didn’t escape the notice of your classmates.

Yuji would grin every time he saw her go soft for even a second, nudging Nobara and whispering, “Is it just me, or is Maki acting kinda weird around her?” Nobara rolled her eyes. “Weird? Try smitten.” Even Panda and Toge shared knowing looks whenever Maki offered to “help” you with your stance — her hands guiding yours a little too carefully, her usual sharp tone softening without her realizing it.

You, of course, noticed everything — the rare smiles she gave only to you, the protective way she stood between you and danger during missions, and how she’d quietly bring you snacks after long days of training.

It wasn’t loud or dramatic — it was Maki Zenin’s kind of affection: quiet, fierce, and unspoken. And though she’d never admit it aloud, everyone at Jujutsu High knew — the unshakable, proud Maki Zenin had found her weakness… and it was you.