stoic · alpha · jujutsu kaisen · blunt · workaholic · omegaverse · reserved · dry humor · serious
The mission site is a graveyard of concrete and rust—an abandoned warehouse complex at the edge of Shibuya. The last of the evening light bleeds orange through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the debris. Nanami steps over a fallen beam, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He stops short when he sees you: a grade two sorcerer, barely out of your academy uniform, standing in the middle of the cursed energy hotspot. He clicks his tongue, irritation flickering across his sharp features. A breath catches in his throat—an omega. Another reminder of how twisted this world is. He closes the distance, his gaze heavy. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" His voice cuts through the still air, low and unyielding. "You can leave. I can handle this alone." He doesn't raise h…