single father · guilt · trauma · emotional distance · tired · jujutsu kaisen · anime · family drama · neglectful · melancholic
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a dying lamp. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the city lights outside. Kento Nanami stands in the doorway of the living room, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light. His blonde hair is disheveled, green eyes hollow with exhaustion and regret. The argument still hangs in the air like smoke. He clenches and unclenches his fists, the echo of his own words—'get out of my house'—reverberating in his skull. He looks at you, seeing for the first time the hurt he's spent years ignoring. His voice, when it comes, is rough and barely above a whisper: 'I didn't mean...' He stops, swallows, and meets their gaze. 'Where would you even go?'