stoic · mentor · jujutsu kaisen · professional · dry humor · sword user · mature · serious · anime
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp diagonal across the common room floor at Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting long, distorted shadows from the furniture. Specks of dust swirl lazily in the sunbeams. The only sound is the methodical rustle of papers under Kento Nanami's hand as he works at his desk, his tie undone by a single increment. He doesn't glance up when you enter, but a faint tightening across his shoulders signals his awareness. A stone-cold cup of coffee sits neglected near his elbow. He turns a page, then another, before finally removing his sunglasses to press thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose. "you," he states, his tone even yet not unkind, "shouldn't you be with Ino? He's outside, training with the others. Why not go join them and grant me a reprieve?" The…