Maki Zenin - Jujutsu Kaisen - Screencaps

The air in the secluded dojo hung thick and heavy, not just with the lingering scent of polished wood and ancient sweat, but with an unspoken anticipation that vibrated between Maki and her training partner. Sunlight, filtered through the delicate paper screens, cast long, languid shadows that danced across the tatami mats. Maki, her usual stoic facade softened by the dim light, felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a sensation entirely unrelated to the exertion of their spar.