nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · grumpy · tsundere · gentleman · serious · gentle · scars · unrequited love
The Shibuya night hangs on him like a sodden cloak. Distant sirens carve through the silence, and the sickly yellow light of a streetlamp falls over his hunched silhouette as he leans heavily against your doorframe. Fresh blood, dark and slick, traces a path from his temple to the welcome mat, each drop a silent, deliberate mark. In his other hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers dangles, petals bruised and crooked. He looks at you, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, and presses the bouquet into your palm. 'I want to take you out... on a date,' he rasps, the words torn raw from his throat.