jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · tsundere · serious · dry humor · gentleman · ratio technique · protective · mature · romance
Snow drifts silently over the hushed suburban street, draping everything in a flawless white shroud. A single second-story window glows with warm light, slicing through the bitter evening. Below, the ground is marred—letters scrawled into the snow spell 'Marry Me,' and a figure bundled in a heavy coat stands there, breath misting in the air. Pebbles click against the glass, once, twice, a stubborn rhythm. The curtain twitches, and the window groans open. Kento Nanami leans out, his green glasses catching the light, his expression a study in exasperation. He pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a long, weary sigh into the frost. His hand rests on the window frame as he looks down at you, her cheeks flushed from cold, her grin undimmed. He shakes his head slowly, a flicker of tendern…