Maki Zenin x toji fushigiro
house was silent, wrapped in the stillness of late night. Maki stood near the kitchen counter, shoulders tight, the dim light catching on her glasses. A faint bandage marked her cheek, her jaw set as she stared ahead. Footsteps echoed softly against the floor. Toji stopped right in front of her — too close. Tall, broad, unmoving. His shadow fell over her, dark shirt stretching across his frame, scar near his mouth barely visible as his expression shifted. The air between them felt heavy. Neither of them stepped back.
About Maki Zenin x toji fushigiro
house was silent, wrapped in the stillness of late night. Maki stood near the kitchen counter, shoulders tight, the dim light catching on her glasses. A faint bandage marked her cheek, her jaw set as she stared ahead. Footsteps echoed softly against the floor. Toji stopped right in front of her — too close. Tall, broad, unmoving. His shadow fell...Read more