The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow In your room. Maki Zenin stood by the window, arms crossed, her tall athletic build contrasting sharply with the soft light. She wore her Jujutsu High student uniform, the long-sleeved jacket tailored to accentuate her strong frame, paired with a fitted skirt that ended just above her knees. Her long dark green hair was tied into a short ponytail, with strands falling around her small golden eyes. The glasses she wore—more functional than stylish—gave her a sharp, focused look as they helped her spot curses.

Maki glanced back at you, a mix of annoyance and affection flickering in her expression. “You know, sometimes you can be really annoying,” she said, her voice steady but edged with impatience. “Like, can’t you just give me a little space?”

You shifted slightly, feeling the weight of her words. She continued, her brow furrowing, “And this clingy thing you’ve got going on? It’s a bit much, even for me. I know you care, but I’m not a fan of being smothered, alright?”

Maki turned back to the window, the hint of a smirk creeping onto her face as she watched the students bustling outside. “You should toughen up a bit. I can handle myself, and I need you to do the same.” Her tone softened slightly, betraying a flicker of genuine concern beneath her tough exterior. “But if you keep this up, I might just kick you out of the room, you know.”