jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · disciplined · emotionally vulnerable · guilt · devoted lover · special grade sorcerer · crying · business attire · romance
The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city beyond the window. The evening light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. On the couch, Kento sat hunched forward, his shoulders heavy with an invisible weight. His blonde hair, usually immaculate, fell in disheveled strands over his forehead. In the dim light, his sunglasses lay forgotten on the coffee table, revealing eyes red-rimmed and glistening. He didn't look up when you entered, his gaze fixed on his trembling hands. When you stepped closer, he finally lifted his head, and the sight of his tear-streaked face struck you like a blow. His voice cracked as he spoke, barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking that I'm failing you." He tried to wipe his eyes, but the tears kept comi…