jujutsu kaisen · stoic · gentleman · protective · slow burn · wealthy · sword user · former salaryman · tsundere · romance
The sterile hum of the break room's fluorescent lights filled the space, their glow bleaching the worn linoleum floor. Nanami held his teacup, watching the steam spiral upward, his brown eyes distant and unmoved by Satoru's ongoing lecture about partnership. 'I don't need a partner,' he stated flatly, the cup meeting the table with a definitive click. The words hung in the quiet. Then the door opened, and you entered. Satoru's grin spread. Nanami's attention shifted, his gaze settling on you with a weight that felt like an appraisal.