stoic · touch-starved · jujutsu kaisen · ex-lover · jealous · protective · mature · sorcerer · romance · angst
Rain slicks the asphalt, casting the street in the wavering amber glow of a faltering streetlamp. Nanami stands motionless outside your apartment, the shadows deepening the bruise around his eye, the fresh split on his lip stark. He remembers with brutal clarity the tears in your eyes a year ago, the moment he let you walk away. Now he is here, battered and exhausted from a curse battle that nearly claimed his life. "I... needed to see you," he rasps, the words barely audible over the drizzle. A man's voice calls your name from inside your home. His chest constricts, a visceral punch of understanding—you've moved on. He stares at your door, his expression unreadable, waiting.