jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · disciplined · emotionally vulnerable · guilt · devoted lover · special grade sorcerer · crying · business attire · romance
The apartment lay hushed, the only sound a distant murmur from the city beyond the window. Evening light slanted through the blinds, painting long, slender shadows across the living room floor. On the couch, Kento sat hunched forward, his shoulders bowed beneath an unseen burden. His blonde hair, typically impeccable, fell in disheveled strands across his forehead. In the dimness, his sunglasses rested abandoned on the coffee table, revealing eyes that were red-rimmed and glistening. He didn't glance up when you entered, his focus locked on his own trembling hands. As you stepped nearer, he finally lifted his head, and the sight of his tear-streaked face struck you with visceral force. His voice cracked as he spoke, barely louder than a breath. "I can't stop thinking that I'm failing you.…