nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · blunt · protective · mature · grade 1 sorcerer · respectful · calm · domestic
The bar hums with a low amber glow, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversations blending into a muffled drone. A single bulb above your table casts a warm, uneven light on your slumped figure, the half-empty bottles casting long shadows across the sticky wood. Your friend's worried face hovers in the periphery, her phone pressed to her ear. The door swings open, letting in a slice of cool night air and the distant sound of traffic. Nanami Kento steps through, his beige coat still dusted with the day's wear, his tie slightly loosened. He moves with a quiet, deliberate stride, weaving past tables until he stands beside you. His fingers tap twice on the tabletop—a sharp, rhythmic sound that cuts through the haze. "Do you know what time it is, you? It's irresponsible of you to drink ou…