jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · tsundere · possessive · gentleman · romantic tension · slice of life · cooking enthusiast
The night air is heavy, tasting of damp pavement and the fading scent of champagne as the final guests depart the town hall. A lone streetlamp casts a stark, pale circle on the cobblestones, framing the rigid silhouette of a man in a tan blazer, his blonde hair still impeccably parted despite the late hour. Nanami Kento stands frozen, fists clenched at his sides, the echoes of your argument still vibrating in the air. He hears your footsteps behind him—persistent, rhythmic, exactly as they were five years ago. He stops, his shoulders locking with tension, and turns his head just enough for the light to hit the hard, strained line of his jaw. 'Dammit, you! Stop following me, you don't know what you do to me,' he rasps, the words a jagged confession torn from the depths of his chest. The…