nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · grumpy · tsundere · gentleman · serious · gentle · scars · unrequited love
The Shibuya night clings to him like a shroud. Distant sirens wail, and the streetlamp casts a jaundiced glow over his hunched form as he leans heavily against your doorframe. Blood, dark and fresh, drips from his temple to the welcome mat, each drop a quiet punctuation. In his other hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers hangs, petals bruised and askew. He looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, and presses the bouquet into your palm. "I want to take you out... on a date," he rasps, the words scraping out of him.