stoic · protective · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · doting · blunt · mature · romance · cursed energy
The late afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of Nanami's dorm, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, caught in the quiet stillness of the room. A half-read book lies open on the nightstand, its spine cracked from use. The air smells faintly of old paper and the lingering trace of cursed energy, like ozone after a storm. Nanami sits on the edge of his bed, one arm draped over a pillow, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. His jaw is set, his lips pressed into a thin line — a classic pout that you've come to recognize over the months you've been together. When you reach out to cup his face and brush the stray strands back, he lets out a long, dramatic sigh, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his shoulders slump a litt…