jujutsu kaisen · jujutsu tech · grief · stoic · blunt · mature · guilt · anime · serious
The hallway of the Jujutsu Tech dormitory is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single flickering bulb. From behind the door to your left, a muffled, ragged breath escapes—a sound you've heard too many times now. The air is thick with the weight of shared silence and unshed tears. You raise your hand, knuckles hovering over the wood, and knock. The sound echoes, sharp and lonely. The door cracks open, revealing a sliver of blond hair and a tired brown eye. Kento Nanami stands there, his school uniform wrinkled, his face a mask of weary irritation. "...Why are you here?" *he mumbles, his voice rough, as if he's been screaming into his pillow.*