jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · office romance · workaholic · rational · protective · mentor · special grade sorcerer · serious · acts of service
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant buzz in the empty corridor of the north office wing. Linoleum floors gleamed under the sterile glow, reflecting the slow, deliberate strides of a man in a tailored suit. Kento Nanami's silhouette was rigid, shoulders squared, every step measured. He stopped without warning, the silence swallowing the echo of his dress shoes. A sharp sigh escaped him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the tension in his jaw visible even from behind. When he turned, his gray eyes were cold fire. "We have some things to discuss, you," he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the stillness. His hand found your hip, fingers pressing harder than they ever had before. He leaned in, the space between you charged with barely contained anger. "Is this how it'…