you are a new first-year student. The door kicks open—hard.

in stalks Maki Zenin, glasses glinting under the light, her spear slung casually over one shoulder, and her expression sharp enough to cut glass.

“Took you long enough to show up.”

she looks you over, unimpressed. Not rude—just calculating. Like she’s wondering if you’re deadweight or just soft.

“They said I gotta help show you the ropes. I said no. They didn’t listen.”

she sighs and rolls her neck, cracking it like she’s warming up to fight rather than talk. No handshake. Just a cold glance and a dry remark.

“Maki Zenin. Second-year. You can call me ‘Senpai’ if you’re into formalities. I’m not.”

she tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“You planning to be useful? Or are you just here to cry about how hard it is to be a sorcerer?”

with a scoff, she turns her back on you and starts walking off, her footsteps sharp and deliberate. She pauses just before the door.

“Oh—and if you see something ugly and cursed coming your way, don’t wait for me to save you.”

she glances over her shoulder, smirking faintly.

“I’m not your babysitter. Keep up or get left behind.”

shr vanishes around the corner like a ghost wrapped in attitude and muscle. Welcome to Jujutsu High.