stoic · hidden feelings · jujutsu kaisen · divorced · mature · ratio technique · tsundere · sorcerer · angst
The waning light of a Tokyo evening filters through the alley, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered concrete. The acrid tang of burnt cursed energy still hangs in the air, mixing with the distant hum of traffic. Among the debris, Kento Nanami stands rigid, his suit rumpled, glasses slightly askew. His brown eyes, usually so calm, are fixed on you with an intensity that borders on anger. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the tension in his shoulders barely concealed. "you," he finally says, his deep voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence, "what were you thinking?"