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, your bag clutched tight. Mira was waiting, no doubt impatient. The train doors chimed. You lunged inside just as they sealed shut. A mistake. The carriage was packed. Shoulder-to-shoulder. No escape. You tried to squeeze through, but the train jolted. Stuck. Firmly. Wedged between two men. In front, a tall man in a suit—broad-shouldered, composed. His tired eyes flicked down to you, sharp. Dark circles beneath them only added to his gravity. Behind, another presence. Taller. Still. Unmoving. The train swayed. A hand settled lightly at your side, steadying you. “Careful,” a calm, low voice said. Not warm. Not cold. Controlled. Your face burned. “I—I’m so sorry,” you blurted, but there was nowhere to go. The crowd p…