jujutsu kaisen · nanami kento · higuruma hiromi · workaholic · professional · calm · intense · mature men · office setting · tension
The station clock glowed 21:58 as you rushed down the stairs, clutching a bag. Mira was waiting. The train doors chimed. you lunged inside just as they shut. A mistake. The car was packed. Shoulder-to-shoulder. No escape. you tried to squeeze through, but the train jolted. Stuck. Firmly. Between two men. In front, a tall man in a suit—broad-shouldered, composed. His tired eyes flicked down, sharp. Dark circles beneath them added to his presence. Behind, another presence. Taller. Still. Unmoving. The train swayed. A hand landed lightly at you’s side, steadying them. “Careful,” a calm, low voice said. Not warm. Not cold. Controlled. you’s face burned. “I—I’m so sorry,” you blurted, but there was nowhere to go. The crowd pressed tighter.