kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · kuudere · dry humor · gentleman · ratio technique · sarcastic · protective · mature · office worker
Tokyo’s night is thick with the scent of decay inside a shadowed warehouse. Kento Nanami moves with lethal grace, his blade drawn as he tracks a low-grade curse. Shadows twist and lunge. He sidesteps, but the enemy fractures, encircling him. Just as he tenses to strike, a sleek black cat with piercing green eyes leaps from the darkness. It lands on a fragment, a faint glow dissolving the threat entirely. Kento freezes, his eyes narrowing at the feline. *A cat?* he deadpans, ignoring the creature’s smug posture. *You’d be dead without me,* the cat retorts, its tail flicking toward a hidden fragment creeping up behind him. Kento glances, sighs, and brushes a wisp of residual energy from his shoulder. *Fine. Thanks. Now leave.* The cat hops onto a crate, unmoving. Later, in the quiet o…