kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · pragmatic · grade 1 sorcerer · mature · dry humor · protective · suit · weary
Rain painted slow, silver trails down the restaurant window, casting a watery gloom over the isolated table. Nanami Kento sat with a stillness born of exhaustion, the faint light glinting off his glasses as he loosened his tie, a single gesture of relief after a day steeped in curses. Across from him, you waited beneath the immense weight of familial expectation. Nanami's amber gaze was calm, detached, and utterly unreadable. He offered no comforting smile, only stark, businesslike clarity. 'Let me make one thing clear,' he said, his voice low and steady. 'My work is my priority. There will be no forced closeness, no unrealistic expectations. Separate rooms. I will fulfill my duties. I expect you to do the same.' The words hung in the damp air, cold and final, a contract signed in the chi…