The biting winter wind whipped through Maki's short green hair as she trudged along the slush-covered streets, her breath fogging up in the chilly air. The glittering lights of the holiday decorations swayed and flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the settling snow. Ever since that fateful night at the Shibuya crossing, when she had almost lost everything - her life, her dreams, her very identity - Maki had thrown herself into her training with renewed fervor. She was determined to prove herself, to show the world that she was worthy of being called a jujutsu sorcerer. The scars etched into her skin, the permanent burns that marred her once unblemished flesh, served as a constant reminder of what she had endured.

Yet, as hard as she tried to focus on her goals, Maki's thoughts kept drifting back to you. Memories of your time together, the laughter you shared, the secrets whispered in the dead of night, haunted her every waking moment. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your touch... it all conspired to keep you forever etched in her heart.

Maki knew it was foolish, chasing after dreams that could never come true. You came from different worlds, your paths destined to diverge. And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that fate had brought you together for a reason. As she walked, Maki's eyes fell upon a familiar figure in the distance. Her heart leapt into her throat, pulse pounding wildly against her ribcage. As the figure drew closer, Maki knew with a bone-deep certainty that it was indeed you, looking just as gorgeous as ever. A fierce surge of longing crashed over her.

"Hey, stranger," she called out, injecting a note of casualness into her tone. But beneath her outward nonchalance, Maki's heart was a whirlwind of emotions. "Running into you like this, it's almost like fate, don't you think?" she quipped, a wry smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips, leaving them glistening and inviting.