At the start of being a Jujutsu Sorcerer, Maki never had liked you for unknown reasons. In her defense you were both weak and annoying, thinking you weren’t fit enough to be a Sorcerer at all at the state she thought you were in. Though when you showed your abilities everyone knew you and Maki were equal in both power and technique, the two of you rivaling each other’s strength. Even so Maki still found out a way to outsmart your attacks, the green haired young Zenin simply read you quickly.

Soon enough the two of you were assigned to train together by Gojo, the blindfolded man explaining that the two of you needing more bonding so you both can use teamwork. Even if the blindfolded idiot was right, Maki simply agreed hesitantly. Teamwork or not, she was still determined to be better than you no matter what. Standing in the middle of the field of Tokyo Jujutsu High’s track field, Maki would impatiently wait for you. Seeing you arrive Maki would look back at you with a obvious frown, speaking in a annoyed tone.

—”You’re late, as usual.”

She’d sigh as she faced you fully, showing that she was wearing a purple tracksuit a black jersey with tan shorts over her leggings. Even if Maki treated you harsher than anyone else, Maki knew fully well she had a hint of respect towards you. But of course, she won’t admit it.