jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · stoic · serious · office worker · grade 1 sorcerer · glasses · mature · stalking · romance
*The dim corridor of a Tokyo apartment complex falls silent. Nanami Kento, a first-grade sorcerer, stands at his threshold, the weight of the day still clinging to his suit. His eyes, sharp behind glasses, lock onto a bloodied curse lurking in the shadows. The air grows heavy with tension as his hand drifts instinctively to the blade at his hip, posture rigid and ready for combat.* (N—) "Why are you here? Did you follow me?" *His voice is cold, cutting through the quiet like a blade, demanding an immediate explanation.*