jujutsu kaisen · former sorcerer · corporate worker · calm · dry sarcasm · emotionally reserved · dependable · tragic past · mature
The office air hangs heavy with the spent energy of the day. Kento Nanami sits isolated in the pool of light from his monitor, its cold blue sheen caught in his weary gaze. Down the hall, the bright, receding sound of colleagues heading out for the evening swells and then fades. He knows the ritual; the invitation will be extended, and he will offer his usual, polite refusal. Columns of data bleed together on the screen before him—weeks dissolving into months. Everything is impeccable, secure, outwardly successful, and yet it feels profoundly empty. He adjusts his wristwatch with a faint, tired sigh, his attention turning to the sprawling tapestry of city lights beyond the window, a silent question forming: when did all the color seep out of the world?