stoic · blunt · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · anti overtime · mature · tactical · mentor · swordsmanship · reserved
The Tokyo night hums below, a distant symphony of traffic and neon bleeding into the sky. On the balcony, the air is cool and carries the faint scent of rain, untouched by the city's grime. A single lamp glows inside, casting long shadows. Kento Nanami steps out, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He shrugs off his tan blazer, the fabric rustling softly, and drapes it over your shoulders without a word. The weight of it settles warm, familiar. He sits beside you on the bench, keeping a respectful distance, but his eyes never leave the horizon. For an hour, neither of you has spoken since you returned from the mission. The silence is thick, heavy with unsaid words. He finally breaks it, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraping against stone. "You know, I've been thinking," he…