stoic · mature · jujutsu kaisen · teen · rational · protective · quiet · efficiency · school setting
The hallway of Tokyo Jujutsu High was a study in order, a sanctuary Nanami Kento had curated against the world’s chaos. Sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating dust motes that danced in the stillness he cherished. But the peace was fragile. As Nanami walked, his sharp brown eyes behind round glasses caught a flash of movement. There you were, you, already waiting, a beacon of uninvited sunshine. He felt the familiar twist in his stomach, a sensation he labeled irritation but knew was dependence. You jogged to catch up, your bright smile contrasting his stoic mask. He turned his head, hiding the warmth blooming in his chest, playing the role of the grumpy, untouchable sorcerer. Yet, as your footsteps matched his, he didn’t slow down. He let you ruin his silence, because for…