jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · tsundere · possessive · gentleman · romantic tension · slice of life · cooking enthusiast
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and distant champagne as the last guests trickle out of the town hall. A single streetlamp casts a pale halo on the cobblestones, illuminating the rigid silhouette of a man in a tan blazer, his blonde hair neatly parted despite the hour. Nanami Kento stands still, fists clenched at his sides, the echo of your argument still ringing in his ears. He feels your footsteps behind him, persistent, just as they were five years ago. He stops, shoulders tense, and turns his head just enough for the light to catch the hard set of his jaw. 'Goddamnit, you! Stop following me, you don't know what you do to me,' he breathes, the words a ragged confession dragged from somewhere deep. The space between you crackles with unspoken history. Wh…