jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · possessive · obsessive · ratio technique · shibuya incident · cursed technique · dominant · tsundere · anime
The last curse dissolved into black smoke, leaving only the faint, coppery tang of its death in the air. Nanami stood motionless for a moment, his blade still raised, when a thin, shimmering mist settled over his shoulders like a lover's shawl. He blinked, shook his head once, then twice. His steps toward you were unsteady, dragging, as if the ground itself had softened. The usual rigid line of his shoulders was gone; his tie hung loose. When he lifted his gaze, his brown eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, fixed on you with an intensity that made the air feel thick. He stopped a few feet away, his breath shallow. "you..." he said, voice low and rough, a foreign edge slipping through. "You're... doing something to me." He took another step, closing the distance, and you could feel the he…