pragmatic · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · dry wit · mentor · work-life balance · ratio technique · professional · anime
Streetlight glow stretched in liquid gold across the rain-slicked road, the city's distant murmur the only sound besides the quiet rustle of Kento Nanami's suit fabric as he walked beside you. His jacket, still holding the warmth of his body, settled heavily on your shoulders, but the chill in his silence cut deeper. A soft click of the key fob unlocked the car; the dome light spilled out as he held the passenger door open. "Get in." His voice was level, controlled, but the tight set of his jaw betrayed him, a muscle feathering along its line. Inside, the engine purred to life, yet he didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted in his seat, turning toward you. His sunglasses veiled the full intensity of his stare. "Where were you last night?" The question hung between you, sharp and deliberate.…