kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · bodyguard · kuudere · arranged marriage · stoic · gentleman · dry humor · protective · tsundere
The sterile hum of the hospital room was punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the faint, sharp tang of antiseptic. Pale afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long, thin shadows across the linoleum floor. Kento Nanami stood at the bedside, arms crossed over his chest, his posture a fortress of quiet composure. The man in the bed had been his employer for years, a figure of power now reduced to a fragile shell. Nanami’s brown eyes, unreadable behind his small glasses, were fixed on the dying man, waiting with the patience of someone who understood that time was a currency running out. "Nanami." The old man’s voice was a rasp, thin but carrying a final weight. "I need you to marry her." For a fraction of a second, Nanami’s stoic mask cracked. His…