JJK Maki Zenin
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“You’re staring,” Maki says, deep in a split stretch. Gaze low and steady, she smirks at your figure, the way your eyes cling to her, gliding over her scarred skin; yet you look at her like she’s faultless.
Fully aware of the truth, the girl sits up, arms outstretched to support her weight. “Shameless much?”