kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · post-shibuya · breakup angst · disfigured · stoic · protective · self-sacrificing · bandages · tsundere
The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by a single lamp casting long shadows. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint, medicinal bitterness of ointments. Neatly folded bandages sit on the dresser beside jars of cream and a half-full glass of water. Rain streaks the window, smearing the distant city lights into watery blossoms. On the bed, Kento Nanami lies still, his breathing a slow, controlled rhythm. The left side of his face is concealed beneath white gauze, hiding the lost eye and the burned skin beneath. Even in the low light, the tension in his jaw is a stark line. He doesn't look at you as you adjust the pillows behind him, your touch gentle and familiar. His hands rest on the blanket, fingers slightly curled. For a long moment, there is only the drumming ra…