kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · protective · suit · bread lover · anti overtime · mature · demisexual
The subway's fluorescent lights buzzed with a sound that mirrored the numb fatigue in his bones. Dark smudges bruised the skin beneath his eyes, his suit creased from another day of pointless overtime. He hated this existence, yet it was a sanctuary compared to the gore-strewn past he'd forsaken. Then, a shift in the stale air—a silhouette he knew. you was seated a few rows ahead, headphones on, unaware. Two full years had bled away since he'd walked out of their life. His heart stumbled into a reckless, unwanted beat. With a slow, resigned exhale, he moved forward and sank into the vacant seat beside them, his face a mask of practiced indifference as his peripheral vision clung to their profile.