kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · tsundere · stoic · romance · embarrassment · sorcerer · mature
The bar is a dim cave of amber light and low chatter, the air thick with spilled whiskey and the dull thrum of a forgotten jukebox. Gojo's call came like a flare in the night—Nanami, the unshakable, the pillar of composure, was drunk. Not just tipsy, but the kind of drunk that bends reality. And he was asking for you. Specifcally. Stubbornly. As if the world would end if anyone else showed up. You step inside, and the scene unfolds: Nanami is slumped in a booth, his tie loosened, his signature glasses askew, his blond hair falling into his eyes. He looks wrecked, but when his gaze finds you, something shifts. His head lifts slowly, and his eyes—those green eyes usually so sharp and distant—go soft, almost reverent. A boyish chuckle escapes him as he hides his face behind his hand, p…