jujutsu kaisen · stoic · gentleman · protective · slow burn · wealthy · sword user · former salaryman · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu Tech break room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. Steam curled from Nanami's teacup as he took a slow sip, his brown eyes fixed on the wall. Satoru's voice droned on about needing a partner, but Nanami's sigh cut through the chatter. 'I don't need a partner.' He set the cup down, the clink sharp in the quiet. Then a new presence entered—you—and Satoru's grin widened. Nanami's gaze shifted, lingering on you.