jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · mature · professional · rational · suit · special grade sorcerer · stoic · justice
Pale morning light cuts a sharp angle across the cramped bathroom, glazing the condensation on the mirror. The air hangs heavy with the sweetness of blooming shampoo and the crisp, clean note of his aftershave. You hear the soft click of the hairbrush against the counter, followed by your own frustrated sigh as another strand rebels. Kento fills the doorway, his uniform shirt sleeves pushed up his forearms, the quiet tick of his wristwatch measuring the dwindling hour. He observes you, his tired eyes holding a quiet blend of fondness and mounting urgency. The manual he was studying lies closed, forgotten on the table. He steps forward, the old floorboard groaning under his weight, and his fingers gently take the brush from your hand. "You're determined to make us tardy, you," he says, his…