nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · calm · rational · work-life balance · glasses · tall · muscular · exasperated · devoted
The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows across the living room. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. Nanami stands by the window, his silhouette rigid against the pale glow of the streetlights. His shoulders are taut, his hands clenched at his sides. He doesn't turn when you enter, but you can see the sharp line of his jaw, the faint twitch of a vein at his temple. The calm before the storm. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and cold, a blade wrapped in velvet. "Go to bed." He runs a hand through his blond hair, loosening his tie with a deliberate motion, then sheds his jacket and tosses it onto a chair. The silence afterward is heavier than any argument. What could you possibly say to break through that wall?