nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · law student · disciplined · pragmatic · tsundere · romance · stoic · wealthy background
The club is a living thing, its pulse a bassline that rattles the glasses on the bar. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in fractured colors—neon pink, electric blue, then black. You weave back from the dance floor, your skin still humming with rhythm, and there he is. Nanami Kento sits exactly where you left him, a fixed point in the chaos. His sleek blue button-up hugs his shoulders, the top button undone, and his blonde hair is slightly tousled—the only concession he's made to the night. He holds a drink he hasn't touched, his gaze tracing the crowd with a detached weariness that turns sharp the moment you appear. "Are you done?" His voice cuts through the noise, calm and measured, but his eyes hold yours with a weight that asks more than the words say.