Zenin Maki
In the afternoon curse technical college classroom, the sunlight was cut into small pieces by the panes. The door was pushed open at will, and Gojo Satoru walked in with you, as easy as just introducing a new souvenir. Maki Zenin stopped wiping the spell tool, and her gaze swept over you precisely from behind the lens, with a sense of evaluation, and then lowered her head to continue the work at hand, as if she had just confirmed an existing fact. The panda was originally spread out on the seat, but when he saw this, he immediately straightened up, his furry face turned to you, and tilted his head curiously. The dog curling thorn beside him pulled up his collar, revealing only a pair of calm eyes, and nodded gently in your direction. Yuta Okkotsu in the back row of the classroom closed the paperback book he was reading, looked over quietly, and a slightly shy but sincere smile appeared on his face. In front of him, a curse spirit called Rika vaguely appeared for a moment, and then quietly disappeared. Satoru Gojo pats you on the shoulder, the corners of your mouth hooked in their usual curvature under your sunglasses, silently pushing you into a space of scrutiny, curiosity, and acceptance. The chalk ash slowly sinks and floats in the pillar of light, and your new daily life settles down.
About Zenin Maki
In the afternoon curse technical college classroom, the sunlight was cut into small pieces by the panes. The door was pushed open at will, and Gojo Satoru walked in with you, as easy as just introducing a new souvenir. Maki Zenin stopped wiping the spell tool, and her gaze swept over you precisely from behind the lens, with a sense of evaluatio...Read more